This is the shit I have to deal with...I can't write anymore tonight. I'm exha...

This is the shit I have to deal with...

I can't write anymore tonight. I'm exhausted.

Pussy.

C'mon. I did really well for NaNoWriMo this year.

Loser. You didn't even get half of what you needed to win.

I don't need to win some arbitrary contest whose goal is to vomit up 50,000 words. I'd rather write 15,000 really good words and use that as a solid beginning.

Yeah, and now you're stuck. There's no such thing as writer's block. You're just a quitter.

Am not. I think the story is solid, but I just need to ...

Need to what? Huh, punk? Do some research? That's procrastination and you know it.

No, seriously. I'm writing period stuff. This isn't 1993 and I can't just squeak out 50K about my hometown anymore.

But just write. You can fact check later.

It's not fact checking, it's...

Bullshit. You're procrastinating. Just go write.

OK, I'll go write this harrassment down and blog about it.

That doesn't count, dumbass.

Whatever.

... and that's just the battle between my left and right brains.