About this NaNoWriMo thingamabobber. I write, sure. Do I write like an idiot? No. I have to stop and think. Will I need to write like an idiot to write 50,000 words in a month? Perhaps.
My first drafts are getting better. I wrote today, and pulled off about two pages, if you count the verbage I added to my novel in sections where I thought could use the umph. But besides this blog, I've got to ruminate. That's sounds bad. I do ruminate over this blog, but not nearly the same way I'm thinking about characterization and motivation and dialogue in the novel I'm writing.
I also like to reread. It makes me happy to know I've gotten so much finished, and "Wow, is that working or what?" The real test will come. The rejections are being photocopied now. I'll just savior this limbo I'm in, and maybe, just maybe, write like a fool in November.