My cubicle neighbor here at work was telling me last month about how she used to love to write, but has lacked the motivation to do so in recent years. I told her about NaNoWriMo, and she thought it was brilliant. I forgot about it until today, when she told me she actually decided to do it, and worked on her book for several hours yesterday. She's looking forward to getting past all the introductary stuff and getting into the meat of the book.

She thanked me over and over again for telling her about it, and getting her to write again. I told her it was all her for following up on it, and I really hope she gets out of it what she wants.

Feedback! Boy, beta exchange person sure hated chapter 7. I'll definitely have to look into that.

That sounds useful, Gud.

Kathy, that's fab! I do NaBloPoMo every year, to force me to write something every day, but I think people attempting 50,000 words in a month are exceptionally bold. Or crazy. Maybe crazy.

I had a total dissertation meltdown last night. Attempting to get back on the non-crazy wagon today, and get back to it.

Or crazy. Maybe crazy.

Definitely crazy. No maybe about it.

And {{{Seska}}} on the meltdown. You'll make it. We have we noodles at the ready.

That sounds useful, Gud.

After the brief moment of "What am I doing? I should just give it up", it's good. It'll help me in the next revision.

but I think people attempting 50,000 words in a month are exceptionally bold.

I may have managed close to that when I did my rough draft though there is definite case of quantity over quality there.

I had a total dissertation meltdown last night.

You'll get there. Getting back to it is the best thing.

Getting back to it is the best thing.

I shall do tomorrow. Today, my body is informing me in a rather firm manner*, is a day off. Probably sensible. First day off for about six weeks.

*using the tools of migraine, exhaustion and passing out. Those are quite heavy-duty tools. You can back off now, body. Thanks.

using the tools of migraine, exhaustion and passing out.

Sounds like a day off is a good thing.

Very little progress on 25 last night. Schedule-wise I'm unlikely to get very far the rest of the week. I really want to get through this revision so I can start fixing up stuff in the next revision. Sigh, I can't do it all at once. At least I gave up on having a goal for getting finished. I think the next revision will be pretty major too.

I keep thinking of things I want to adjust in my story today. It's one of those times I'd like a week in a cabin with a laptop and get a lot done. It's hard knowing I won't have a chance to do anything until tomorrow night when I'll have 60-90 minutes.

I got an unexpected 30 minutes in last night. We'll see if the part I worked on goes over well or not, I'm not sure about it, but I want to move on. I've already done that bit of dialogue twice.

I think the rest of the chapter should be more straightforward after that. A good thing about planning on another significant revision is not feeling like I have to feel good about every single thing.

Had a weird dream last that (yes this belongs in "write way"). A serial killer was holding me hostage, and would only let me live as long as I could sing dirty songs. After I got through a number I remembered (including "Hi Ho Kathusulum", "The Ballad of Eskimo Nell", and "The Hedgehog can never be buggered at all"), I made up one "The Doctor is bigger on the inside ...". And I woke up remembering the lyrics. Trying to decide whether to write them down or not. Not sure the world will be a better place for a filthy song "The Doctor is bigger on the inside".