has won. I am currently at 51,193 words. In proper NaNo-tradition (f0r me), the story is far from finished.

Also, why do I keep stumbling over these raging misogynistic assholes in my stories?

26K words, and I feel like I am writing myself into a corner. Well, that's not entirely correct. I just don't know where the story is supposed to go from here. For a detective-story there's very little detecting going on, which is partly because I haven't the foggiest what's actually supposed to happen.

Ah, the joys of writing in a genre you don't read that much.

“That's officer Barnes to you. Come this way. The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can walk away. Again.” She turned and led the way to the bull-pen. I got a lot of looks, ranging from curious to somewhat hostile.

(My FMC has run into an old love.)

Wordcount: 9,020

Dear Jaden.

Where the everlasting fuck did you come from? I never meant for Cyna to have a brother. Sure, I needed a reason to have her come back to her home-town, but an estranged sibling was not what I'd had in mind.

I can't tell you how much you may have scuppered what plot I had come up with before you showed up.

Exasperatedly, Bookish Dragon