It’s 8:40 p.m. and I’ve barely written a paragraph in the novel yet. Work was just really hectic today, and I wanted some time to unwind after I got home. I’m guessing I’ll have to really make full use of the upcoming weekend to get my word count in.

Also, I don’t know how it is with other NaNoWriMo participants, but I actually write as part of my job. Just today, I wrote a 2,336 review article for CNET, plus a couple of other articles that were maybe 500-600 words long. I’m not entirely sure if this makes novel-writing easier or harder for me. On the one hand, I’m already used to the act of writing (albeit in a more technical and formal tone), but on the other hand, by the end of the day I’m almost sick of staring at a word processor and that blinking cursor of doom.

Still, writing a novel is a whole different ball game. Instead of tapping the right side of my brain, I’m suddenly given free reign with the left. At lunch, I took the opportunity to write down a few key points I’d like to explore with this story and hoping that the stream of consciousness will take me there.

It’s kind of exciting, in a sick sort of masochistic way. I’m looking forward to it.