I wrote myself into a corner on Thursday. I seem to be doing that quite a lot with this novel.
Not that writing myself into corners is all that rare of thing for me in general, because I’m actually quite good at doing it (oh, the woes of a pantser), but generally it doesn’t take me long to find a way out of the corner, and so far this month I’ve hit roadblocks three separate times that I have had absolutely no idea how to get around.
I went to sleep Thursday night figuring I’d just magically write myself out of the corner yesterday, Friday, but no such luck. Which is how I managed to write a grand total of ten. words. yesterday. (Uck.)
(Also, it turns out The Book Thief STILL isn’t playing in Michigan, so instead of going to see that, we just hung around the dorm and watched The Hunger Games in preparation for Catching Fire on Thursday, instead. Which didn’t exactly help my word count either, but hey–it’s not my fault they decided to release a movie in November.)
Since I need to be at least at 33,000 words by the end of tomorrow, I’m putting myself in NaNoWriMo Time Out this weekend. I’m officially in Writer Lock-down Mode until I get my words.
Let’s do this thing.