I don’t know what’s going on in my NaNo novel. Oh, yeah, sure, I’m the one writing it, but that doesn’t mean much. The story has taken a decidedly creepy turn, and since I didn’t set out to write a creepy story, I’m a bit baffled. Well, some people might say that all my stories have a level of creepiness in them, but this is one is creepy in a whole new way.

Flowers are blooming at the wrong time of year, cats are behaving oddly, strangers are wandering around where they shouldn’t, and peculiar objects are being left in peculiar places…and all in only 7,000 words.

That’s it. I’m not going to use the word creepy again. But at least I’ve posted here today.