I've written 35,026 words of a novel. I'm on track to hit the 50,000 word count goal established by NANOWRIMO.
I write 1,667 words a day. That part hasn't been difficult. The words come quickly and easily. The problem is that I'm using up all my words, like my brain is only willing to formulate so many sentences a day. After my daily writing, inevitably I'm be required to speak with another living person. I try to avoid it but it's just not possible. People talk to me, ask me questions and I stare. I can see this happening, like an out-of-body experience. I know I'm supposed to respond but can't. I sometimes manage to string a few words together. I'm not sure what is going on in the story or whether there is any plot at this point. Each day feels a bit like that movie Memento; I open the file, look at the words from the day before, and wonder who wrote them. Normally I'd be outlining and revising along the way. Under the NANWRIMO guidelines I've committed myself to writing 50,000 words in 30 days. I'm now a zen master at hitting my daily word quota. Unfortunately that has nothing to do with telling a coherent story.
Despite all of this, I'm pleased with the progress. The actual file is a structural apocalypse. So is the plot. But there is a story in there. Next month, or maybe the month after, I'll dig through the wreckage and pull it out. Until then, I have nine more days of verbal paralysis.