The road to 50,000

I will be brief. I should be writing right now. No, not writing here. I promised myself, and my dear Californian Dreamer friend, way way way back in April that I would make a concerted effort this year to write. One way to do it? Commit myself to the torture and delight of NaNoWriMo: a month-long write-a-thon that has one goal. Write 50,000 of a novel (in the loosest sense of the word) between November 1 and November 30. That's it. Simply that.

Ha. Halfway through, and I've barely scratched the surface of 16,000 words. Right around 30 pages. Ugh. Motivation is there, but the thought of diving headfirst into the real meat of the story. The introductions and character setups are done, and now I have to commit to messing everything I've so painstakingly put together for 16,000 words. I am fully aware that this sounds very angsty, but there is something blocking me and I don't have the luxury of time to figure it out. I want to hit that target!

Something has to change. I will make this happen. I promised myself months ago.

I will keep writing short sentences until my writer's block goes away...