I'm in the middle of outlining the novel that I am completely not writing for NaNoWriMo.

Considering that this concept has been bouncing around in my head and written out in various incarnations over the course of three years, many of my ideas feel a little stale. I have a prose outline that covers the big plot points, and now I'm mostly working on the details which could use a little fresh blood.

So. Help.

I'm all caught up!

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Much fun was had in the haunted forest. As these things go, Markoff's was commendably non-lame. I also only took one swing at something jumping out at me, which, for me, is pretty good. Luckily, it didn't land. Though Abby and James laughed quite a lot at my automatic reflex of fighting stance whenever something jumped out from behind a tree. I can't help it-- it just happens. And like I said, nobody got hit this time. Though my new nickname is "Decabitch." As in, "oh hells no, I'mma deck a bitch."

I did take a little geeky pride in yelling "Waaaaaaaaalt!" into the darkened forest, though.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got to go find a corner to cower in. Thanks to Abby, I'm pretty sure that the Virgin Mary is going to eat me. I'll explain some other time.