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I hit the famous Nanowrimo wall during the day on Friday. Wheeeeeee smack, face first, "OMG why did I ever start this, it's rubbish, I must've been mad, mad I tell you, mushahahahaha!" *falls down hyperventilating* Apparently it happens to everyone every year. It certainly happened to me last year. I remember bitching about it :D

So I didn't write anything at ALL yesterday and today have written a lot but not enough. I'm making myself do it, because - well, there's no GOOD reason, it's just because!

Which proves, I think, in a useful kind of way, that one doesn't actually have to be happy, committed and enthused to write. One just needs to get ones arse into ones seat and hammer on the keys, even if it is while cursing.

Anyhow and no snippet because today i can't see anything that doesn't make my eyes bleed.

No worries. I'll be better by Wednesday!