Lauren Morrill

nanowrimocrew:

i am surprising myself, really. the story is just pouring forth, my fingers are flying over the keys. on Saturday i had a total panic attack and almost backed out completely, but after a few glasses of wine… (or was that bottles? how many writers were alcoholics, i wonder? i can think of several just off the top of my head. i can see why too. nothing like a good buzz to chase away the monster of self doubt) well, after a few glasses of wine and a good pep talk from the boyfriend and best friends, i sat by the fire and just jotted down some ideas and suddenly it was 4 am and i am sitting by the embers of a almost dead fire in a supposedly haunted hotel, my friends long departed for their room next door and my boyfriend snoring on the couch a few feet away. i was ready. i closed the notebook and climbed up into that amazing and giant bed and closed my eyes, prepared for the upcoming month.

and when i sat down yesterday to write the words just spilled out.

it’s going well so far and i am determined not to over think it. day two! rock and roll.

Wine = the secret NaNoWriMo ingredient!