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Counting down to insanity

9 hrs and 15 min left. I never thought that waiting for something would cause such agony. Every spark of inspiration has been told to wait patiently. Every sleepless hour of plot mulling will be for nought if my memory and sketchy outline don't hold.

I am so accustomed to crawling out of bed in the middle of night, laptop in hand, when a eureka moment happens. The last 2 weeks have been an agonizing and torturous exercise in creative stifling. And finally in less than 10 hrs, I will be put out of my misery. I'm so excited I can't even begin to describe it. I like my basic story idea and I like the fact that I'm going to try and get it written out in a month! I know it will in no way be perfect, but just being able to pour my heart, soul and visceral innards into it non-stop for a solid month of insanity is exhilarating. Especially since I haven't been able to write any of it out at all. The conscious effort of not-writing has been the hardest part of this for me, so far. I just hope that means that the words will spew forth effortlessly once I get started.

At least I know I'm not alone. Some 90,000 of us have signed up for this crazy venture. I will be eager to see how many of us make it to the finish line intact. It's a definite plus that I'm not going insane on my own! This is a worldwide epidemic of creative insanity!!! And the disease is called NaNoWriMo!!!!

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