As promised, I'm giving NaNoWriMo another shot this year, motivated in part by last year's humiliating failure. So I dutifully got up this morning, battled through a mild hangover, bravely lugged my laptop to Borders, sat down and started writing. I emerged, after a battle, with an opening scene that (for the most part) pleased me. Then I did a word count.
The count: 446 words. Putting me 1/112th of the way to the 50,000 word goal. God.
I am going to stick with it this year, I promise (working title: "The Road to Severance"). Last year's surrender still bugs me, and it'll be an interesting and educational exercise. It's going to be quite a struggle, though.