Dear Lemony Snicket,
Your message came today and saved me. I laughed out loud reading it and once again I told myself "What the hell? Who cares if it's not perfect?" I will finish it.
I only have a few more days, but that's okay. No matter how much procrastination it takes, no matter how much caffeine and comfort food. No matter how many preliminary games of computer solitaire. No matter how many more crosswords I have to finish, just so I can get back to the novel.
In my inbox is another message from a Nanowrimo participant, but I refuse to read it yet. I have seen the acronym TGIO, and I don't want to know...
The writer's life is funny, but I'm glad I'm getting my feet wet. I am utterly determined to finish my stupendously lame novel, which I am having fun writing, even though I have to practically torture myself to start. Even though right now I am only halfway through.
And now that I have put it out here, what a fool I will look, what a sham I will be, if I wimp out. Ergo, I have no choice. I must complete the 50,000 words by midnight on November 30.
What am I waiting for?
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