Welcome to the Nanowrimo ICU, where, if you listen closely enough, you may be able to hear the whoosh of life support and the death rattle of my Nano novel.
I think it might have pulled through if it hadn't been for ISBN-13.
Instead of taking time off to write, I've been stuck at work converting ISBNs in a catalog to ISBN-13.
It's evil. We call it... "the trece."
This is not to be confused with my designer counterpart and teammate, Tracy.
So when I'm going around telling people "the trece" killed my novel, please don't misunderstand.
Oh well, I think it's a decent idea and I'd like to actually finish it in a way that doesn't embarrass me. I'll put it on that shelf downstairs next to the sweaters I intend to finish and the t-shirts I'm going to someday cut up and sew into useful things like underpants for the whole family.