I got the idea here and since I like procrastinating my novel, thought I'd give it a shot.
Novel: Hey, you know how you were feeling really good about your word-count last night? And how it said you'd been done by November 29th?
Me: Yeah, I remember. Why?
Novel: If you look now, it says December 3rd.
Me: Why would you draw my attention to that?
Novel: Oh come on, it's not like you'll have me done by November 30th anyway.
Me: But I'll have 50k. That's close enough.
Novel: Words don't equal story. Remember Stasis? Almost 100 pages and no story. Took you two years to realize that you suck at plot.
Me: Hey, leave Stasis alone. I was 14. Besides, you have a plot, in case you hadn't noticed.
Novel: You named the villain after a Jersey Shore character you read while your procrastinating. That's plot gold, my friend.
Me: That may be where I got the idea, but it works. Besides, when I think of a better name, I'll go back and change it.
Novel: The way you went back and changed the twins eye color? Oh. . .wait, you still haven't done that yet.
Me: It's like you don't want to be written.
Novel: What I don't want is to be written just so you can say you wrote me. I thought you prided yourself on quality of words over quantity.
Me: I do. And I will. But there needs to be a balance of both.
Novel: At what cost? Your relationships? Your own sanity? People are starting to get annoyed with you because of this. Is it worth it?
Me: Yes, it's worth it. I can't give up now. I'm so close. This is just the Week 2 Slump.
Novel: If you say so. How many words left today?
Me: Shut up, book. You're not real.
Novel: Don't remind me.