My nights are spent avoiding then struggling to write, hours, agonizing, then bursts of a clicking keyboard as a new scene emerges, now at 46,658 words.
That's, so far, 223 double-spaced pages.
For someone who started NaNoWriMo on November 1st to break through a writer's block, it's an explosion of writing. And I'm actually not displeased with what's happened in the pages that have spun out during the past few weeks. It's a fascinating process, writing under a deadline.
I recommend it, along with the writing we do when inspired of course. Both are valuable.
I'm very tired, so time to turn off the computer.
'Night everyone!
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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