Otherwise titled... Where I ramble on about my NaNoWriMo book.
This book is Science Fiction, I suppose. Or as it involves time travel, a giant robot (The Breaker), fabricated people and a dystopian future it can't really be anything else and yet I'm desperate to turn it into something dark and spooky. I want it to be more about the dark than the science. And the book I'm supposed to plot to follow this (not a sequel at all or even in the same universe) is science fiction too - alien invasion with a creepy twist. Or a creepy twist, I hope.
When did I become a science fiction writer? And can I be a science fiction writer when I'm sure my science is seriously flawed? I mean, time travel shouldn't involve supermarket trolleys ever... Then again, maybe it should. I write dark stuff. It just so happens that this dark stuff happens some time hence. Well part of it. And that some of the people don't realise they're not real, that they're fabricated. But then, if no one ever told them how are they to know?
Ah, then there's the whole 1920s part of the book which I've toyed with making the 1970s (because I lived through that era - and adore the 70s) or maybe contemporary (because I'm lazy and because my Jake has a thoroughly modern voice because well, I'm lazy).
'Tis a first draft. I suppose I should stop overthinking. Can you stop overthinking?
And ooh look, I passed the 40,000 word mark.
Friday's word count: 1287
Saturday's word count: 667
Today's word count: 3350 + 1413 (other projects)
Total word count: 41,601 + 4763 (other projects)