November 14, 2003
I coulda cheated.
But I didn't.
The ultimate in National Novel Writing Month procrastination is sifting through a hundred word documents to count up the number of words in your "other" novel (55,318) as if to reassure yourself that not only is it possible to reach 50,000 words, but that you have actually done it before.
I'm still way behind, even after 2,000 words last night. I was planning on doing more tonight, but someone wants a ride home. Yeah, that's how it works with procrastination. You'll come up with any excuse not to open the chapter and start writing. Like "Gravity is interfering with the creative process tonight. I'll just wait and see if it clears up tomorrow."