Ugh. I have finally finished writing the novel for Nanowrimo. At 57,181 words. This is more (and earlier) than what I did the previous two years. Not that anyone cares. Most people are just like this one man who asked me what one of my short stories was about and then cut me off before I could even say one word of explanation.
If you are brave enough to read a first, rough draft, here's The Reflecting Eye.
(And for those of you who want to know what the plot is before reading it, or want to know about the plot without reading it: It's basically about a woman who moves to a new city where strange things happen. It's like a cross between urban fantasy and Lovecraftian horror except it's less on the fantasy--actually no fantasy if you want to get technical--and horror bit and more on the character development.)
