No editing! Just "fall into the paper" and write! I know, it's easier to say than to do, but if you can let yourself fall into the story, it's easier to get the word count in. Really, you have to give yourself permission to... sounds odd, but you do. Fall into it, grammar doesnt count, spelling doesn't count...!

wow, looks the way i feel!

very nice :)

Hee. :) Purrrrty. Although, I've been watching children's television programming all morning and I can't help but think of a muppet's bellybutton. :)

Looks very nice. If not the story, we get a great painting.

:-)

Thumper, I will try. I'll try the best I can. Thanks for the pep talk - I actually needed that! :o)

Thanks, Rebecca!

Zuke, it's got all the right colours, doesn't it? LOL!

A, thanks. Thumper did give me a push there, so I'll still give the story a go. Not that my stories are as great as yours, and the way you weave them. *grin*

Amazing!!! I love it. And just to think it's not even finished.

What is nanowrimo anyway?

Nice work by the way!

Ok, that's weird...the painting reminds me of one I left unfinished except my color scheme is the opposite. Blues on the bottom and red tones on the top to represent a sunset. ;)

I love the color and texture...it's so peaceful.

That's beautiful!!!

Wow... beautiful! I love the colors and that sense of movement. Sorry to hear it was a bad day though Zee. Hope things are going along more smoothly. Hugs!

Hi Zee,
As for the pastel - no encouragement needed - it's lovely and peaceful. As for the writing and word count pressure, you've probably read Ann Lamott's book on writing - Bird by Bird. The hilarious intro still helps me approach my own obstacles with determintaion and humor:
""Thirty years ago my older brother, who was ten years old at the time, was trying to get a report on birds written that he'd had three months to write. It was due the next day. We were out at our family cabin in Bolinas, and he was at the kitchen table close to tears, surrounded by binder paper and pencils and unopened books on birds, immobilized by the hugeness of the task ahead. Then my father sat down beside him, put his arm around my brother's shoulder, and said, 'Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.'"
Word by word, Zee. Just start typing. :-)
Belinda

Hi zee. Saw your comment over at qb's so I thought I'd look in and commiserate about the pain of NaNoNevermore. I signed up a week late so have an excuse for low word count but I'm trying to make up for it by posting the whole damn X-rated thing as I go along on a separate page of my blog. Like you, I'm editing and correcting too much. But I'm glad I'm doing it, it's reconnecting me with buried stuff.
Very pleased to discover your blog and artwork. You're going on my blogroll now.

Oh zee, that is beautiful. I love how the colors are so vibrant and at the same time so peaceful. :) You my dear, are very creative.

The blasted editor. I have one too, over my shoulder, criticizing everything I write. Sometimes I feed him squished spiders just to shut him up.

Want me to ship some squished spiders your way? Georgia grows 'em real big too!

That can be a struggle cant it? The personal reality and the fiction are sometimes two roads which meet.

I like the art. All the best with the writing.

Oh, that's lovely!

I like that! It's really cool! As for that writing thing, I would go crazy to do it all in a month.

zzzzzzzzzz! I hope you haven't updated because you are writing like mad in the nano nano thingy ;)

Anyway... Just wanted you to know I'm sending awesome wishes your way!

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LOL!

Well, I am mad, and I have been writing, and it does have to do with the nano nano thingy, just not the way I hoped.

Oh, zee - you are right where I was last year with this nano thing. I decided I didn't want to write fiction. Or at least, not novel-length fiction. I quit nano and decided I'd concentrate my efforts on short stories and/or essays. And then didn't write a word of either one. That's why I am sheepishly giving the nano thing my all this year, as sort of a penance, I guess.

And i'm convinced that there's something to it. Oh, my "story" might be total crap. It might be entirely too autobiographical, too, although I intend to tweak with that in the rewrite. But what I'm seeing is that I'm learning about writing. How I write, how many words I can eke out a day and when, how sometimes a story doesn't really start until somewhere in the middle but I had to write all those throwaway words to get there.

I'm looking at like this: It's more about the writer than what is written.

I've still got your email buried here somewhere; I didn't mean to ignore it! :P

Don't be discouraged my dear sister, I know you have the power in you to complete this task I have seen you overcome harder things. I have faith in you, let go and write from the heart.

I want to hear the gossip what the hell is going on, I am sure we can sit down together and write a novel about the drama and manipulation in our lives.

Love you lots