I don't know why I'm writing here, except to hide from working on what I'm supposed to be writing. I signed up for this NaNoWriMo thing that I mentioned in The Store post. It entails writing a 50k novel in one month...this month. I just can't find the flow.
It's been 7 days since the event started, people all over the world trying to get the book in them out on pages. Since starting, I realized that my experience with writing has been as more of a columnist than anything. Even my college papers had that kind of feel.
So right now, my stuff feels kind of wooden. I haven't been able to reach the organic taproot in my psyche that will let the dams burst. I will trudge on, however, and hope that my control mechanism lets loose.
Good luck to anyone else out there that might be doing this, too. It's a bitch.
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