Write a novel in a month

I got the fifty thousand words a few days ago. I’m not sure why, but at some point, it just started being easier for me to get words down. Or maybe not easier, but I started needing it more. I’m still tweaking at it and will do so for the rest of the month I gave myself for this goal.

The most amazing thing is how, without any particular plan, the story redefined itself every day. It was alive beyond me, almost.

I got off track for a few days, but I have made up for it today through several hours of mad writing. The first few pages I wrote today were very difficult to get down, but then a flood-gate broke, and the words spilling out of my fingers somehow calmed me.

...is to simply write without thinking about it. I normally write a few sentences, then read through them. Write a few more, read through them. Ponder which way to go. Delete some stuff I think is crap. etc etc etc. That won’t work for this. I must absolutely embrace the crap writing. I can work on quality later.