So, I made a HUGE mistake yesterday. I skipped a day. I knowingly, with awareness and all reasonable ability to conclude what a horrifically bad idea it was to do this, skipped a day. And now I am paying the price.
As I said earlier, I'm on the verge of something big and exciting. I should be barreling into it with reckless abandon. But instead, I've been sitting here for the past two hours occupying myself with just about every distraction I can find. I've been watching NaNoWriMo You Tube videos (which there are a tone of, I've just discovered). I've been writing e-mails. I even updated my wish list for Christmas. But I have not written more than a paragraph. I have no idea why- why would you even ask me that? There's no logic here, this is insanity talking!
I've got all the inspiration I could possibly need- knowledge that at this very moment, all over the world, people are sitting at their computers doing exactly what I should be doing. I've got a keyboard in front me attached to a computer working perfectly well. I've got a comfy chair and blanket and even a puppy cuddled at my feet. There is nothing on my to-do list other than to write. What more could I possibly need?
In all honesty, I could seriously do with one of those giant Roman slave drivers with a huge whip and booming voice telling me to type. But I don't have one of those. All I have is the knowledge that if I don't do this I am seriously increasing the likelihood of spiraling further down into a self-defeating vortex of doom which may suck the very possibility of hitting 50k right out of my soul, leaving me forever empty and lifeless. If that's not motivation, I don't know what is.
Now, write! WRITE LIKE THE WIND!!!!