April Poem 28: NaPoWriMo

Tennyson’s poem states questions aren’t questions,

Only services.

Calling town the streetwise dupes.

The scrawlings of the bored exploited.

 

Walsh states its name.

Envisioned the deep,

The stone.

 

The poor workers

Having seen glimpses of the grains

Of barley and rye

Of the poor farmers.

 

One dollar girds the increase cooler below.

And at the door stanza

Behavior communicated beyond specialty and field.

The one stanza leaned power.

29 reverends of Camelot towered large caliber actions.

Though the road runs lowered to the camera,

He, the customers, include the name of the city.

 

NaNoWriMo 2016 Update

I don’t know if you can tell or not, but I did very little planning before I started writing my novel. Now that I am on Day 6 of my novel I am making slow progress and I don’t feel like I know how to progress the story without going back and adding more to what I have already posted here on WordPress. I am torn. Should I try to flesh out the parts of the story that I have already written and you have already read, (If you have already read them) or should I just keep pushing the story forward so there are fresh parts for you to read every day this month?

Also, should I just write anything to keep up with my daily word goals, or should I just try not confuse myself and anyone that might be reading the novel?