2. A photo of yourself a year ago. From Pic-A-Day Nano2k9
25 minutes into day 2. Over 3500 words which isn’t bad for a novel that I constantly feel the urge to bash about the head.
Novembers are melancholy beasts. Bad things happen in November. Every time.
Here are the first couple lines:
“You’d better get going, Arthur. The photos won’t take themselves,†she said, and she laughed, as if she had said something clever, which she hadn’t.