I have been reading other progress journals and have vacillated on whether or not to do my own for quite some time. The thing is that I am a slow but steady writer. I write about 1,000-1,500 words a day. I usually only write on weekdays, leaving my weekends free to be...well...the non obsessive novel writing me. So, I don't really need this journal for accountability. Sure, it would be great if I could have one of those 15,000 word days and cut a huge amount of time out of the drudgery that is the physical process of writing (be it handwritten or typed). But I can't seem to do it. It's almost like my brain has a valve that turns on and off my creativity quota for the day. At some point in my writing (the aforementioned 1,000-1,500 words) I can just feel that I am done. If I try to write anymore that day then everything that comes out seems forced and just plain bad. So, if not for accountability then what? Well, I wanted to start this journal as more of a blog to myself. Others are free to read and respond (advice is also welcome), but I have just felt stuck over the past month about my inability to talk to anyone in my life about my writing. I am your average underpaid and over-educated American woman. I have a day job and a life outside of writing. When I decided to accept the journey that is novel writing I didn't realize how much it would feel like I HAVE to talk about it. I want to tell everyone. I want to talk to my family members and friends about it. I want to tell my coworkers and the people passing me on the street. Me walking down the street, lost in my own world. I see a stranger walking his dog... "Hey dude! I don't know you and I know you probably really don't care, but I am writing a novel!" Stranger dude looks at me like I am crazy and shuffles his dog past me like I might just lash out and hurt the poor beastie with my crazy stick. Yeah, that is me this past month and a half. So, why not just write a blog? Well, I both am and am not talking to myself. For the most part, it is pure catharsis of getting my emotions out. But then I also want to have it read. After considering starting a blog I decided that the catharsis beat the readership. This is not really about others, it is about me. I need to get this stuff out of me or I will start to scare small children with the overzealous oversharing. So, this is day 46 of writing my WIP. I officially reached 50,000 words today. To add some whipped cream to that sundae, I just wrote what has to be my favorite scene ever (okay not ever, but ever written by me). It was the kind of scene where when it is done you just sit back and smile to yourself because you know that what you wrote is the best you have. That was my day. Tomorrow I plan on breaking my non-weekend writing rule and finishing this chapter. I feel like I must, so I shall. I don't know if I will write here every day. I think, for this to function as I want it to, this will be a as needed kind of thing. If something, good or bad, happened with my writing, I shall proclaim it to the world in this very Thread/blog/progress journal...thing. Until then, Thanks for reading.