It is day three of NaNoWriMo. Day three of borderline panic and 24-hour nausea. 2605 words. I should spare myself the twenty-seven more days of torture and quit now. On the other hand, it has never been more clear to me that 1) I really, really do want to be a writer, and 2) I have always failed to follow through not out of laziness but out of terror. Yay!
I feel utterly horrible.