My complete and utter lack of a plot (or any desire to create one) has slowed my output to a dribble. I am getting behind-er and behind-er.

And coming up with a plot just feels too much like work. I think this is why I am not a professional novelist.

I'm going to do this next year, and I believe I've convinced my boyfriend (who's a professional editor) to do the same.

He just can't believe that this is just a "big, messy novel for arts' sake", but he's going to do it, anyway.

Best of luck!