No one reads my blog on the weekends. I am tracking these things. I know where and when you visit, friends, and in some cases I know who you are. So HA. It’s all a part of the Patriot Act, you understand.
It is almost 9 o’clock here, and I have not yet started today’s portion of writing. Not novel writing at least (I wrote a song, or half of one.) Yesterday, though, I began the second half of my split novella and I was a little bit surprised to see where it takes place! You will just have to wait patiently for that juicy little detail.
Also, I have to say that I have been enjoying the NaNoWriMo pep-talks which have been arriving weekly in my email throughout the month. They are really encouraging! Sara Gruen nailed my experience (and probably thousands of other nanoers’) on the head by writing: “If I could just drag my way through 1667 words each day, I’d sail on through the month and be the proud owner of 50,000 shiny new words. Then life got in the way.”
And if it’s not Life getting in the way, which very often it is, then it’s laziness or tiredness or overwhelmedness if that is a word at all. It is a very unnatural act for a person to type 50,000 words in a month, I’ve come to realize. It goes against human nature. But enough, all I’m doing right now is procrastinating anyway. New rule: no more blogging until that day’s quota has been met. Starting now!