The right music, the right mood, the right fuel, the right plotline… and I can write for an hour, as if it was a minute. That was tonight. This… this is why I write. Stories and people and scenes just come out, unfolding of their own accord. The story just translates itself from thoughts somewhere in the depths of my brain to words on paper (virtual). I don’t even have to try, it just pours out. This was tonight. Such a good night.

I wrote 2k words, which puts me only <6k behind. Still chugging along.

You’ve been waiting for so long
I’m hear to answer your call
I know that I shouldn’t have had you waiting at all

Blogging after midnight again…

I wrote very few words today. So I’m now almost 8k behind. As I’ve been saying every time, I’m still not worried. I haven’t run out of story. I still love my story. I have a good outline with plenty of room. I’m actually ahead of where I should be, wordcount & outline wise. So I’m good. Just need some extra time to get writing. Maybe… a four day weekend would help? Hmm I wonder where I could find one of those.

Seriously having NaNoWriMo in November is the best decision they could ever make.