In case you missed the title of the blog, how is my Nanowrimo novel coming?

Blah.

It started off so well. I've been doing essays for six months now so writing fiction at first was just fun. No navel gazing, no admitting how I screwed up one day. Just write! Make stuff up! It's fun!

Then I got bogged down by work stuff, house stuff, just stuff.

The thing is, I procrastinate. A lot.  I just need to do extra loads of laundry, or I need to send plants on facebook, or I need to tend to my virtual farm on facebook. People who know me reading this will say: "No! Really?" Yeah, I do.  Don't get me wrong, I love writing. I love creating things out of nowhere. I love after I get something done I can sit back and think "Ah." I got work done.

Then there are the times when I am not feeling the mutual writing love. This is when all my characters' dialogue sounds like it's coming from a B movie.  I look like I've studied writing with Joan and Jackie Collins.  Mills College will say: "Jennifer Gibbons said she graduated from here? No, no, never heard of her." 

The gift I try to give myself everyday is to write badly. This is hard. I don't like writing badly. I like writing well. I like getting an A+ on my paper everytime. I don't like fumbling around, wondering where this is going, if this has a plot.  However, in order for a novel to rise, it must take several false starts before it is ready. That much I know.

Off I go, writing bad dialogue. Wish me luck.