I always feel that the second week of NaNoWriMo is the hardest. And I've bloody well hit that point today.
Week 1 is great fun because everything is all new and exciting and you're setting the stage for something wonderful. Week 3 is probably the easiest as you're right into the thick of the plot and world almost feels real - well to you anyway since it's 100% your creation - and the characters begin to feel like people you've known all your life. As for Week 4, well it's pure adrenaline that gets you through that one.
That cruel mistress is a temptress and a tease. She hangs ideas in front of your nose, but never long enough for you to get them onto paper. She whispers the sweetest lines in your ear, only to whisper them low enough for you to only catch snippets and hints of phrases. She beckons you close but never lets you achieve anything worthy of feeling proud of. All in all, week 2 is a bitch.
In case you haven't guessed, I'm severely procrastinating with this post. Such is the way of Week 2. I have been on the laptop for over an hour tonight and have only written 500 words. See what I mean? The rest of it has been arsing around on Twitter, putting up this post and cleaning out my iTunes. Oh and watching Amanda Palmer music videos.
Going to have one last attempt at tearing myself away from the internet and attempt another 1,000 words. Week 2 draws me closer with the promise of success, but I'm almost sure she's a liar as well as a tease. Anyway...once more into the breech.
17, 552 words