About 2500 words behind, but I'm doing a write-in with an experienced NaNoWriMo friend tomorrow. Hopefully can get some serious good writing time in. I tend to push my writing off until evening; yesterday, I was up writing until about 3am. I just sit in my chair for about half an hour, doing nothing, then I'll start to write.

Yet after the first few days, I realized something. I like writing fiction because it gives me an opportunity to lie - convincingly. It's hard to draw the line between where my reality ends and fiction begins. I don't mean that in an unhealthy manner. I mean that I tend to blend them so often that it's hard to remember if a memory actually went that way or if it is now immortalized as a fictive sort of reality.

Sweet.

Okay, now that I got that out, maybe I can get some writing done and go to sleep before 1. Writing takes discipline.