My NaNoWriMo novel was going so well. Until it... stopped. Friday, Saturday, Sunday - not a word. Gah. I had a fun, relaxing weekend, but nothing got done. Tonight I wrote a little over 1700, so at least I'm very slightly less behind. I'm sure I can still catch up at this point. But I'm at the point of every NaNo when I start wondering why I'm putting myself through this...
I just got past that point myself (and I'm grateful I started strong). Suddenly things are falling into place. Not in the places I thought, but in place none the yet.
write silly ! if you can find a scene you like and get on a roll it goes quick. i did 900 in fifteen minutes (dauna and i are doing challenges tonight).