I am failing. Hard.
In order to achieve the 50,000 word total at the end of November to complete the National Novel Writing Month challenge of writing a novel in one month, I need to write an average of 1,667 words per day, and I'm only doing about 1/3 of that. They don't have to be good, they don't even have to be spelled correctly, but they do need to be written.
And they aren't.
I'm certainly having fun trying though. And I seem to be writing soft-core porn; a result, no doubt, of my current single status and micro-celibacy phase I'm mired in at present time. That plus a large amount of Piers Anthony during my formative literary years has resulted in rather length descriptions of the shape of characters' hips, skin tone and so forth.
Like I said, it doesn't have to be good - just written.