It's November 19th already? It seems like just yesterday it was the middle of September and I was dying for NaNoWriMo to start.
Some days, the ideas flow like water from a fire hose and it's all I can do to aim them at the keyboard. Other times, like the last couple days, it's more like a slug trying to slime his way up a moving treadmill. The morning didn't start like I wanted it to. I slept until 6:30 instead of getting up when my alarm went off and I've barely managed to write anything yet.
The next time I try to write something this size, I'm going to pace myself to do it in six weeks. Trying to write 100k in 30 days is burning me out.