I’d already decided that I wasn’t doing National Novel Writing Month this year, and now I have something resembling an excuse:
3,000 words a day, I figured, accounting for holidays and so forth. Easy enough.
And then day five hit and I didn’t have any ideas left. It was an ugly month, and ended, on November 30th at 11:50 p.m., with my mom and dad pacing back and forth in the dining room while I frantically pulled words out of the air and pounded them into the laptop, hoping that the internet wifi would hold and allow me to upload my novel for the official word count.
I’d consider myself fortunate to have any ideas left after day three. And before you bring up my 40,000-plus words of pony tales, 95 percent of which constitute a single continuous narrative, please remember that (1) writing that took two months and (2) I technically had to make up only one character.