Words have eluded me today.  I added less than a thousand to the total today.*  About half were garbage filler words, the rest were spent mostly exploring the villain for the story.  In the draft so far, he only appears on stage once, and that’s when he gets caught.  He needs to be seen around town — picking through garbage cans on trash day looking for aluminum cans and other valuables, fishing in the river, riding his bicycle somewhere.  He needs more presence.

As for the elusive words, that’s just the way things go when you reach the mid-Nano doldrums.  The initial wind has gone out of the sails.  You’re rowing, rowing, rowing, tacking back and forth trying to catch a breeze.  Any breeze.  Something that will fill the sails once more to send you skimming on toward the finish line.

But not today.  Today was rowing in heavy seas.  I’m tired.  Tomorrow will be better.

*As I began reading this after posting it, I mused that I should have titled it “Today and Tomorrow.” Or “Rowing to Infinity.”