I have an online stopwatch poised at 1 solid hour. I have plenty of research already done, I have characters and a general idea of what's going on. But I'm surly and chock full of simmering resentment and I don't know what is the dealio with me and I don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna don't wanna get started. But I do. And I will. And eventually I will get this shitty attitude to wear off.

This year, I have Dragon Naturally Speaking to fall back on. As the NaNo Blow Out of Ought Two was pre-LJ for me, you may not know that 35 K into Mr. Patel's Moral Compass I woke up the day before Thanksgiving unable to use my hands. insert sarcastic drawl:I suppose all that poor posture and constant typing, pressure and tension got to me. </end>. I mean, I couldn't even hold a hairbrush. And the worst part was that I never found out how that fucking story ended. I write with my hands, apparently, and not just literally. I did try Dragon Naturally speaking that horrid weekend, but I can't "think" of a story the same way. It was not the fun times, my babies.

Anyway, since I began this entry, a neighbor invited me over for a BudLight and a slice of pizza. I have also had some ice cream. I am now adequately fortified to get on this.

Let the deathmarch begin!