Oh, yes. Yes, I have. I have harnessed the Power of Suck and bent it to my will.
This does not mean that I'm caught up, not by a long shot. But I stopped worrying about it and wrote a number of really bad sentences and about three straight pages of dialogue with absolutely no action except a minor reference to a wheelchair and a Foley bag, and I am totally comfortable with that.
Press on, NaNoWriters! I am with you.
So, right. NaNoWriMo. Day Three.
I'm a little over a day behind already, and not really having had a brilliant idea to start with this year's novel is becoming an ill-constructed exploration of my own damn psyche, rather than a story I particularly want to tell.
Past experience leads me to trust in Week Three, when pixie dust is abundant and seemingly useless bits of navel fuzz turn out to be compelling plot devices.
Or it could just be total crap. The whole point of NaNoWriMo is to not care.