In case you're still recovering from that Halloween sugar high and sleeping off a Monster Mash hangover, November is National Novel Writing Month. So wake up and write, dammit! However tempted I am to start the month fresh and begin a new novel, I'm still fifty-three thousand words into "Confessions" (which is short for my novel's actual title and how I'm referring to it until it's done) and I haven't made any meaningful forward progress on it in what seems like forever. If I can somehow get my writing schedule back into some sort of shape, I'd be happy if I got halfway to the 100k mark by Thanksgiving weekend, and knocked off the other half in time for the New Year. A pipe dream, I'm sure; but just the thought that I'm this close to having a complete first draft of a novel is enough to get me dreaming again.
If only I could use this time at the Circulation Desk to write! But it doesn't feel right. Beside the ethical dimensions of working on a freelance project while getting paid by Harvard to tend the desk, there's the herky-jerky nature of the workflow here at Circ. Being interrupted in the middle of my writing is fine with a blog, whereas having to stop and resume a train of thought over and over again in a larger piece of fiction would likely have disastrous results, or at the very least annoy me to no end.
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