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Dad knows I'm doing NaNo. I think he was slightly amused by this, and that's it.

"What are you writing?"
"Fantasy."
"That's what I thought. What is it about?"
"...I don't know."
"You're writing it."
"But I still don't know."

As long as he doesn't ask to read it. I'm perfectly fine sharing it with Mel and random people on the Internet, but I think I'd be mortified if either of my parents read it. Very strange.

NaNoWriMo, part 4

Tentative title: Whatever Happens. Subject to change.

( Sitting here would not get any of these things done. )