I was just driving to the store to get cigarettes, which is where I get all my best thinking done. (It would be the shower of course but I only do that like every other day right now. WHO HAS TIME TO SHOWER?) And I realized that I’ve been procrastinating on this one chapter—I haven’t touched it since AUGUST—because something bad happens to one of the “characters” (I use quote marks because they’re, you know, actual people) and I don’t like it and it makes me feel… bad. (Obviously I worked on other chapters instead. I don’t want to accidentally give the impression I haven’t written since August! There would maybe be angry emails from people to whom this book is due!) But it seems like that’s a real problem with nonfiction. (Maybe fiction writers feel sort of the same way about the people they write about? No idea.) When you’re writing nonfiction, you’re interacting with people. So I totally dealt with this “issue” like how I deal with most bad and unpleasant things: I totally put it away and refused to pay attention to it. (That’s the secret to how I can continue to smoke, obviously.) But I am too old and grown-up for that. (Not so grown-up though in general.) I was 4000 words in on that chapter, too, and surely it’s only 2000 more to the end. That’s an hour, max! So, in the spirit of NaNoWriMo, tonight’s the night! Let’s do this thing!