So I was sitting there, after being reminded on the 5th that it was November, and it’s not just about Turkey Day… and I thought to myself, hmm, I can bang out 50K words that mean nothing, suuure… nooo problem.
The first day was awesome. Despite my broken spacebar I’ve adjusted and spat out 3000 words of various plots. Yeah, I don’t even have a plot yet. :/
But the following days are getting hard. It’s like hacking through rock. The distractions are everywhere. And worst of all, I don’t have this kinda luck! Ever! Consistency? 2K words every single day? I don’t even have any dialogue yet. Because apparently I don’t know conversations well enough. And I can forget about local meetups. :P :(

And yet, I hammer away at it, because I want to see if the characters will come to life and do their own thing…
Part of me thinks it’s brilliant, and part of me condemns it to the back of the basement because it’s got the stink of my personality all over it… :/