The site is down. My user account shows up as an invalid user with a php error on the site. Things are off to a slow start in the world of NaNoWriMo this year. To top it off, I gave up writing after just 350 words this evening - the first night.
Where is my motivation? What is going on with me this go-round? Is it the World Series? Is it the knowing how some of the story will go? Is it the weather? I have no answers. I just know that I've got a long road ahead if I am going to reach that 50,000 word goal.
Like the little train that has graduated from children's story to cliche', I know I can do it. Once I find my rhythm, things will flow from my fingertips. Right now, I have nearly written more words for this blog post than I have for my next novel. It should come easier than this. After all, I know the characters. I know the setting. I know some of the plot elements. It is lying in wait, bubbling just below the surface. I can feel the words coursing through my veins, my capillaries, my arteries. I feel the ebb and flow of story movement, and like a flood of water behind a dam, once the crack is forged, things will come fast and hard, leaving certain death and destruction in its path.
"Lost Summer" may start out as a trickle, but soon, it will rush through, over and around the folks of Appleton! What will remain in its wake?