NaNo has begun. Usually, by this time, I have managed my allotted 1,667 words per day quite easily.
This year? Not so much.
Between home improvements, paying work, a trip to the family up north, and obligations today, I am woefully behind. Oh, and I suppose it didn't help that I changed my story. I went and visited my old homestead yesterday and it brought up a most excellent idea for an entirely new novel (sorry, Wicked's hot nephew), albeit with a few of my original themes intact. So, I wrote furiously last night until I couldn't anymore and now I have mucho catching up to do.
Instead of posting any of it, I will instead leave you with this.
This is Blue, a former RAAP foster dog. While beautiful and soulful, Blue is one of those rare pit bulls who has all the motivation and drive of a garden slug. Seriously. I had this dog in class. Did the fresh hot dog pieces his foster mom pleadingly proferred motivate him even one itsy bitsy bit to work?
Blue is what we call internally motivated. In other words: "Hmmm . . . let's see which one of these sucker humans finds me The Prettiest of Them All and lends me their lap. It's ten o'clock in the morning, Party People. Blue needs his nap."
I know how he feels. I'm pretty much garden slugging it myself these days.