I cannot tell a lie, I'm a feast or famine kind of woman. I started out NaNoWriMo strong. Then I decided it was a terrible novel and quit. Then I came back to the fold, with the knowledge that I would have to puke out 3K a night to make my deadline.
In the past week I have loved and hated my novel in equal parts. Tonight, I'm unmotivated, sleep-deprived, and a little frustrated with my story again. I know what I want the words to do, I just can't be arsed to write it out.
I was having a discussion with one of my coworkers about writing, this morning. I was cooing and bragging about how late I stayed up to get to my word count, last night (between yawns). She was appropriately awed and supportive. Many of us no-longer-20 people find staying up until 1:30 to be very impressive, okay?
She told me an interview with some writer she enjoys where the writer talked about her process. Forgive me, it's been a long day and I can't remember which writer she was talking about. Anyway, this writer goes out to her barn with pencils and a pencil sharpener and writes on her typewriter. When she gets lost, she stops and sharpens her unused pencils. Some days, the words flow from her. Some days, the act of writing is brutal and unforgiving.
I am having a brutal and unforgiving day, so I'm procrastinating by whining here. I don't have a lot of the month left... surely I can pull this one out of the fire? I've done more with less.