I'm experiencing the Week Two Blues, but still holding my head above water, with a word count of 22,354 this morning before any writing gets done. With launching a new e-store, getting my truck fixed, and keeping up with my husband's new Paleo Diet regimen (eating without grains is fantastic and life-changing, by the way), I'm actually surprised I've made it thus far.

My writing quality hasn't really suffered that much (although I may change my position in December when I sit down and read my draft all the way through), and many of the old habits I've noticed in my writing, namely, wordiness and repetition, come as a result of not really knowing where the hero is going or being afraid to just "go there" in a scene because I'm afraid I won't have anything to say after that.

It's all about the fear of finishing, the fear of the unknown, and lack of caffeinated brain cells. Funny how it boils down to simple stamina, for many (and most) things in life.

As you can tell, I'm feeling quite parenthetical today, so I'd better sign off before my entire writing session becomes a parenthesis of time I *could* have spent working on the novel.

Until next time!