Thick as Molasses...

I feel like a fly who has made the mistake of landing in a drop of molasses...the more I flail the more thoroughly I become stuck in the stickiness. As hard as I try to spew out words for fluency's sake, my brain moves in slow motion and my feet keep getting stuck on sticky words. I am watching my word count slowly climb (which is great), but the gap between what I write and the projected output to be successful in the NaNoWriMo competion continues to widen (not so great).

Then, after writing not-so-successfully, I open up my blog and wonder, does anyone actually read this? Does anyone really care about this journey I'm on? Even if they did, would they even know where to find me? I am perplexed. I write for the sake of writing, for putting pen to paper (figuratively) to satisfy my own impulses and inclinations. But, it would be nice to know that my blog exists out there, somewhere beyond my living room. But maybe that's not the point...maybe all a blog really is, is a process. A venue to vent, without constantly self-editing in fear. Writing for writing's sake, with the added bonus that someone might actually read it and care.

There is hope!

Today's Word Count: 7,190