Well. I face-planted on NaNoWriMo.
To be fair, I didn't really have a plan on how I was going to write when I was driving across the country, camping 50% of the time.
On the other hand, the data I gathered while travelling was quite useful.
I watched my back and all types of people in New Orleans. I'm glad I never released the fantasy story I wrote that was set in that city. I knew I was missing the flavor of the place and gawd damn was I right about that. On the other hand, I was also correct in that my character would have fit right in with the homeless population. There were enough homeless folk to qualify for an upgrade from homeless subculture to straight-up culture. I was only there for about 8 hours but my impression of the flavor of the French Quarter was: desperation with a hint of smiles.
I abandoned my depressing novel about the punk band in the 80's. I planned that thing like hell and still wasn't anywhere on the plot at the end. I want to punch myself out every time I write the dialogue. I know people from South Central L.A. don't talk like that but I lack enough experience to adequately fake my way through it. And I'm not sure how to access that experience without getting punched out by other parties. Oh well. I'll fix it somehow -- that story won't leave me alone.
Coming Soon: the Sci-Fi epic I've been working on since I was 14 years old. I've actually made progress despite the fact NASA won't give me the time of day. Just have to watch a lot of boring International Space Station videos of spacewalks. I'll possibly have some pencil/ink sketches up this month, possibly a synopsis. I kind of hate synopsis writing, I've discovered.
And that's everything you didn't need to know about what I'm doing!