....but thank god for NaNoWriMo. I'm co-writing a fic with Bubbles (just under 20k words and still trucking along!) and yesterday I was feeling a bit uninspired. So was she. I went to bed, figured I'd sleep on it, but this morning I woke up and it just HIT me.

I can't just sit around waiting for inspiration to come to me, because if you just sit around waiting for something to happen, it won't. You have to chase it down and tackle it and beat it until it gives you what you want.

Because you don't win NaNoWriMo by sitting around when you can't think of what to write. If everyone did that, no one would ever hit the 50k word mark. When November rolls around, it's a constant uphill struggle, with every participant clawing his or her way toward each and every word. It's not pretty. Two years ago I was throwing things at my brother because he was being a bother. I sat in a chair for almost 48 hours straight. It hurt and I was hungry and I had to pee, but you know what? I did it. And it was not because I was sitting around waiting for some piddly little words to come to me. It was because I went to the words and grabbed them by their collars and turned them upside down and tossed them in the dumpster after taking their lunch money.

Boo fucking yah. Let's do this shit.