32,494 words down! 17,506 to go! As NaNoWriMo hits a downward slope, I find myself wondering: Might this explain This Side of Paradise, the novel that every Princetonian has not-quite-read? Was it churned out at such a rate that crushed its good intentions and left it "the worst good book" ever. I think I'm quoting someone. I'm sure I read that somewhere.
Oh well. I like my novel better than This Side of Paradise. It certainly has better descriptions of the Parisian Metro system! yeah, yeah, i know...
Did you know that swans are unfaithful? Or that the face is an organ? Or that I learned both of these things not in biology but in creative writing? It's true.