I’ve started outlining for NaNoWriMo. I already know my worst enemy for November: The feeling that I can, and should, do better than what I type. When one wants to write a whole novel in a month such concerns should probably be overcome. NaNoWriMo isn’t, after all, about quality. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to shut that inner critic up yet and consequently haven’t gotten too far.
Even so, it’s already clear that I really wouldn’t want to meet my protagonist. He’d probably punch me in the face. I have taken pretty much everything away from him, and on top of that I am torturing him with cosmology. I’m also hooking him up with a woman, hopefully that’ll placate him a little.