Shipwrecked

Day: 14
Words: 8550

We are now plodding into week three of Novel Writing Month, and every day I sink deeper and deeper into the hole. I am about 15000 words behind schedule (how is that even possible?!) and yesterday I spent hours in front of my computer without a single new word typed. I think I am in the pit of despair.

On the bright side, I have developed more of a plot since last week. Now the story is about a hit-man who falls for a girl who he is hired to kill, who turns out to be a serial killer. I still don't have all the details worked out, but I am pretty sure that one of them will die at the end. Happy endings really are not my thing. I am also killing off a grandma. Don't worry, she dies from cancer, not from being brutally murdered.

The downside of writing/thinking about serial killers all the time is waking up in the middle of the night from horrific nightmares. It is definitely something I could live without, since I am already behind on my sleep. Maybe it is the inspiration gods trying to reach me. Yeah, let's go with that.

Things I have done today instead of writing:

Stared blankly at the screen (not a good habit)
Baked my first batch of banana bread (it smells delicious)
Wrote this blog post (more for necessity than procrastination)
Obsessively checked facebook (siiiiigh...)

I really, really need to get motivated.

But! The good news is, all my loved ones are out of the hospital and well on their way to recovery. One less thing to worry about.

Here is to more sleepless nights and caffeine induced productivity!