It’s about time to check into your NaNoWriMo progress. It’s at this phase most of us reflect on the previous week, wondering where the time went and how we did so much thinking without ever putting anything down on the page. If this is you, challenge yourself to set aside 20 minutes today – maybe it’s when you get home from work – maybe it’s a lunch break – may it’s when hell freezes over – but make it a date. Say 8pm rolls around, I want you to stare at that clock, ponder your failing commitment, and for godsake type those first words. They will be painful. They might even be awful. But they will be yours.
If you’re on track, take a 5 minute breather and pat yourself on the back – not in a beating yourself up kind-of-a-way, but more like a “there, there you. You only suck a little bit” kind-of-a-way. You should have roughly 15 pages of a goddamn masterpiece. Creative genius. If other people can’t see how brilliantly… awful this is, then you’re an idiot. See how that took a turn? Keep your mental welfare in check. Writing isn’t easy. And it sure as hell isn’t healthy. It induces alcoholism even in the greatest of us (Hemingway, Hunter Thompson, Tennessee Williams, Jack Kerouac, Fitzgerald, Joyce…causation, correlation, I don’t know). Fight the urge to bring bourbon into this. It deserves better.