Today I fianlly had time to get back to work on my National Novel Writing Month project. Prior to today, I had done nothing on it since November 8, and I had fallen far behind the 2,000-words-a-day pace I had promised myself.

Earlier today, I had almost decided to give up NaNoWriMo. It’s bad enough having a sermon churning around in my head all week; I don’t need a bad novel to be churning around in me as well.

But then I decided that I couldn’t just abandon the story; now I kind of want to know how it turns out in the end. In spite of my efforts to forget it, the story has been stewing in the back of my brain for the past week. I sat down and churned out about 3,500 words of the story this evening. Then I had to stop because bedtime rolled around; but I wasn’t ready to stop. I wonder if I’ll wind up dreaming about the story and the characters tonight, or if I’ll lie awake for an hour with the story turning around in my mind.

And now it’s far too late, and I have to go to an all-day meeting tomorrow, and a dinner meeting tomorrow night, and then church most of the day on Sunday, and when will I ever find the time to get back to the story?