Day one.
12 hours into the first day, and really, the only thing that I can think is, "Oh, God, what have I done?" I stare at social obligations and wonder how I can get out of them so that I have more time to write. I stare at a series of computer screens and wonder how on earth I'm supposed to find the time to get enough words down, and I stare into myself and realize a few key things:1. I don't want to write the first of the two novels. That's why I've been putting it off for years.
2. Writing two novels in the course of a month is utter insanity, but it remains a good motivator for actually getting the one that I don't want to write down.
3. I'm terribly fond of my second text, and it probably shows in the way that it's written.
4. I should have volunteers read what I have for each one, but I don't really want to do that... yet.
5. I like progress charts/graphs a little more than I should.
Anyhow, after the first engagement with a text I don't want to write (because I don't start work on the second until I've completed my goal for the first for the day), I felt a good deal like vomiting. The good thing though, is this: if I can manage to complete them both in rough draft form during the course of this month, then I'll never be daunted by the prospect of writing ever again.

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