Most of the day is gone, with just over two hours to go and still much to do.
Packing lunches, getting snacks ready, filling water bottles.
Psyching myself out of my body and mind’s quiet whispers luring me to the couch to check the back of my eyelids.
Oh crap. I still have the writing to do.
The truth is, the fast approaching chime of midnight isn’t the greatest obstacle.
Neither is the sheer physical exhaustion.
It’s my perfectionist OCD tendencies.
I don’t want to write anything that’s stupid, won’t work, fails to show (but tells instead), or doesn’t make sense.
But staring at a blank screen because I keep deleting everything I write or tapping my pen on the paper won’t get the story out.
It’s the first day of NaNoWriMo.
Got to get the words down.
It’s the SFD, for crying out loud.
The revising, organizing, rewriting, and polishing come later.
After the month is over, then the changing around can take place.
For now, it’s time to get cracking.
Over and out.