In a way I am paying way too much attention to what I am writing because I want it to be a good story, because I want it to fulfil the ideas I have in my head. Last year I had no expectations, I just wrote, and it was a lot quicker.
Already I am struggling, it is 1.52am on the second day and I have written 1,512 words. Hmph. I suppose it is better than last year where I missed the first day and therefore was behind all the rest of the month up until the last weekend where I ignored everyone else on our weekend away and just wrote. How anti-social. This is a picture of me Oliver took last year as I was finishing my novel and practically sleeping with my mums laptop :P
It's got to the stage where I'm listening to James Blunt on repeat and just trying to fill the words.
Wish me luck,