Short post: In 4 days of National Novel Writing Month I’m at 10,541 words. I NEVER write like this. I mean this badly. Not letting myself care if I have the wrong word and certainly (too) much of it feels superficial. But I think in the long run this is going to be good. I mean the challenge of writing 50,000 words in a month. Because it will get me a draft of the book that’s been percolating for three years. It is giving me perspective on the other book I’ve been working on for four years. And it will teach me that, even on bad days, I can still put words on paper, if only I challenge myself to challenge myself. But for now, it’s bedtime.