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the dreaded week 2 doldrums

All Work and No Play Makes Jack a Dull Boy.........................................................
Like my crazy friend from the Shining I too need to do more than work. I have just overcome the dreaded week 2 doldrums that have crippled many a fellow NaNoer. In week 2 the little voice starts to pop up in one's mind. You all know the voice. The inner critic that tells you that trying to write 50,000 words in one month is ludicrous and that even if you do manage it your novel will be of poor quality. Perhaps your story doesn't matter all that much. Thank goodness for the wise words of those who have overcome this inner critic and wrote because writing is what writers do! Sure my story may look sad and be nearly unreadable by the end of this month and sure the likelyhood of anything I write being published is small, but that doesn't mean I should give up. Now all I need to do is make sure to have some fun and leave my desk at some points because between work and NaNoWriMo I'm spending way more time on the computer than I'm comfortable with.

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