That is right. 50,000 word novel by the end of this month. How many words do I have now? Umm...does this count? If so, maybe 800. Maybe. So add another zero to that number and you will have where I'm supposed to be at this point. Yeah, already off to a great start. But I figured I better try something to get me out of my writer's block funk that I've been on for what seems to be forever. I'm tired (as I'm sure my fellow writer's group members are as well) of claiming to write and never actually doing it.
I tried to confront my fears this year at Halloween. No, I was not a clown, they still scare the beejeezus out of me. I was good ol' writer's block. The enemy that should not exist. The one that I know all too well about and that I did a presentation on in college on how to overcome. I wonder if I have any of my old handouts from that lecture... I certainly could use them now.
Will I be able to get anywhere near my goal? I hope I at least write something - I'm beginning to annoy my fictional character. She keeps popping up in my regular life in ways that are starting to scare the beejeezus out of me as much as clowns. Hopefully she will rub off on me for Xtina's Flix -- afterall, she is a film reviewer, one that actually completes assignments. Of course imaginary deadlines are much more fun than real ones.
Good luck fellow NaNoWriMoers. May your pens be full of ink, your computer full of extra space, and your brains empty of mind garbage.
