I swear I'm not the slightest bit masochistic. I swear it wasn't the pain I was thinking of when, 4 days ago, I decided to start writing my 50,000 word novel for National Novel Writing Month.
Instead, it was the community of fellow novel writers, and the satisfaction of finishing a story. A complete story, there's a lot to be said for that. And besides, I already had a number of ideas.
So why have I nearly given up already?