::Sigh::

On the one hand, my amazingly sweet and thoughtful husband bought me a NaNoWriMo shirt to help me get through the middle-of-the-month slump.

On the other hand... I just got so mad at the sheer dumbness of the tack of my current storyline that I wrote "WHAT IS YOUR POINT???" and slammed the notebook shut (having to write by hand, was in choir). And, I'm having bad finger cramps, despite goign easy on the typing the last 24 hours. My knuckles are getting all arthritic or something. Makes it very unpleasant to type.

This whole "work all day" while trying to write staggering works of literary genius (see immediately previous post) is for the birds.

Encouragement

 I had a non-day yesterday, and output is looking sketchy for today as well. For shame!

This popped up in my daily reads today and, while I ought to save it for December 1, I'm going to go ahead and post it here now. Maybe I'll post it again in a couple weeks. Ready?

Also, my puppy makes me happy.

20,000

Ye gourds.

I haven't even stopped for the day yet, and today's output has trumped anything else I've accomplished all month. I didn't think I could match yesterday's 3,222 words, and yet... somehow... today I've already hit 3,790. Even crazier? Two thousand, three hundred and sixty-five words of that are an explication on Hamlet. That fits into the plot. Because one of my characters is a professor of Shakespearean lit, and he goes off on a tangent about Hamlet that turns into a lecture about himself. Probably bored the class to tears, but oh well. Apparently I have a lot to say about Hamlet! Who knew?!