Well, I got Day One down, and I wanted to finish Day 2 before blogging but I haven’t, in that I’ve written precisely zero words so far today. Zero, zip, zilch.

But that’s OK, I’ll get there.

That’s the thing with NaNoWriMo. It doesn’t have to be pretty or elegant or even any more graceful than an elephant in a tutu, which, come to think of it, could be very elegant and I’m sorry elephants.

It just has to get done. Whether that’s bright and early before the sun does it’s daily dramatic entrance, or way late at night when it’s just you and the owls and the raccoons.

Raccoons are always working on their novels late at night. That and eating garbage. Those are their things.

Some NaNos are painless spigots of daily word counts, with barely a sweat raised.

Others are so tough, sometimes you just don’t hit that 50,000 mark. But you know what? That’s fine too. Perfection is overrated. And nonexistent, but that’s a whole other blog post.

What are you still doing here? We have words to write. Or, at least one of us does.

I’m not naming names.

Check out  my full-length novels: 

Aunty Ida’s Full-Service Mental Institution (by Invitation Only)   

Aunty Ida’s Holey Amazing Sleeping Preparation (Not Doctor Recommended) 

 Her Cousin Much Removed

 The Great Paradox and the Innies and Outies of Time Management.

And download Better Living Through GRAVY and Other Oddities, it’s free!

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