Actually, I was writing; it just wasn’t noveling.
My excellent writing team consisted of this motley crew:
- Gary, a college teacher who travels the world to go surfing;
- Erica, an art educator who once worked at the Getty Museum;
- James, a Londoner who understands the fine distinction between “stupid” and “ignorant;” and
- Jeff, who “looks like a fat George Clooney” (his own words, I swear).
For now, let me just say that I did not expect rewriting ten pages of comedy to be this exhausting. I managed about 1,600 words of NaNoWriMo output after dinner tonight, but my brain is fried.