NaNoWriMo - Day 20 - Reworking the synopsis

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Yes, it's that time, nearly three weeks in, and writing a story sequentially from start to finish has some perils involved with it.

Like the plotting, and like any good actor given a bit part in a movie, the objective is to make it their own.

I think it's called, grabbing hold of your fifteen minutes of fame and using it.

Characters do this us, they force themselves out of their restrictive cacoon.  One of mine has taken her bit part and is not the frontrunner for the villain.

How do you make such personable people drip with evil?

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  1. Marcus21 November 2018 at 12:10

    You're in the home stretch. Hope you're enjoying the process!

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