Man, I got nothin’ on the word front today. Nano is exhausting. I am generally not a defeatist, but I have serious doubts about making 50K by the end of the month. I have a lot of words in me, but the well is beginning to go dry. Generally I have random phrases running through my head at all hours, lines from books or poems or whatever, which split and recombine like verbal amoebas behind my eyes.

Today, nothin’. The words are all spun out and exhausted. I’m not even getting an echo of these words as I type them–they’re just coming out. Possibly this proves that blogging is a reptilian-hindbrain function and if I am ever in a coma, I will still be able to breathe, defecate, and post to LJ. I don’t know if that’s a comforting thought or not.

On the bright side, 20K in two weeks ain’t bad, and I can see hammering on the story more in the future, even if I can’t make Nano work this year. We’ll see how it goes.

Today I’m taking refuge in mute and wordless paint.