I started out writing a pretty straightforward horror novel, but accepted a challenge at a write-in and the novel suddenly took off in a direction of its own choosing. Now I've got rabid cats, a forest fire, possible UFOs, and a budding romance. Can't wait to find out what happens next!
"Why are you telling me all this?"
"It's the first night of Nanowrimo, buddy. Don't expect the dialog to make sense."
"Well, can you tell me what I'm doing here, at least?"
"Dudemar, if there was an outline, then at least someone would know what is going on here. This entire scene went off the tracks in the first line, and I'm not so sure we're even in the right story. Heck, I don't even recall which is me and which is you anymore."
"Perhaps there isn't any difference."
"Of course there's a difference. One of us is sneaking a drink from a paper bag at the bus stop and the other is a respectable businessman with a hideous case of B.O."