ok, so i made it two years in a row. 50.000 words in a month. two weeks ago i was laying awake, mind frazzled, sweating. why? well, my dears, because Nanowrimo is getting closer, and i draw a blank on ideas to mull over once the clock hit the magical spot. i think they call it writer’s block. and still, come November 1st 00:00 am i want to be prepared. i want to have an IDEA. i want my literary wool to have a color, so i at least know what part of the universe it wants to go. and it doesn’t. i don’t.