Oh, man, my brain is toast, dudes. I wrote a little on Friday, I think one thousand words. I wrote a little on Saturday, maybe 1,400 words. Today? Today was a day I vowed I would get caught up or stay caught up, or forge ahead with a might forge of such ferociousness that blacksmiths across the land would quake at its fiery intensity! (or something like that)

Today I bent to my mighty oven (you could call it a laptop if you like) and stoked the fires of my creativity. I turned the molten mass of words within the forge, pumping the bellows with vigor. Sweat broke upon my brow, and my face grew blackened from the smoke and ash thrown about by my hardiest and most determined blows upon the anvil of the great Macintosh.

Hours later I emerged, still not finished, but with an impressive rough forging of such improvement, that even I was amazed at my productivity. I cast my eyes upon the progress bar at the bottom of the Word doc and beheld the magic number: 39,168, a gain of 5,200 words over the previous day’s efforts.

I sit before you, battered and weathered, but not beaten! I shall write on! And before midnight of November 30th, my document shall bear the number 50,000 (words) at the very least. (And, dudes, I really hope it doesn’t go longer than that, ’cause, man I got a full plate! I didn’t even tell y’all about the sculpture work I did on Saturday plus all the freaking freelance writing jobs I applied for.)

Anyone out there writing this November – my continued best wishes for you! If you’re behind, bend to it and get writing! You can still do this! And if you’re up to speed, keep up the good work! Happy noveling, kids.