I’ve been setting aside a couple of hours each day that are only for writing. I sit, I type, I think, I write more, I describe, I stumble along trying to find a rhythm. So far, my ideas are not flowing. I feel like an empty well (not an empty shell, a well that has dried up and has no water). Not sure how NaNoWriMo is going to turn out. But I’m giving it a full-fledged effort. I’m hoping that the practice of sitting and writing whatever comes to mind that goes along with my story outline will eventually turn into words flowing out of me and onto the screen with less effort. Practice, practice, practice is one of the things that they say makes a good writer. So I’m practicing, practicing, practicing. Hoping to grow up to be a good writer one day.