I think I’m calling it.
Can’t get into this year. After the tooth and some other, non-related things happening last week, I’m just not inspired about what I’m writing. Brain’s empty. And while I realize that writing is not just kissing the muse, that it’s not a magical thing that lives in a vacuum, that it’s hard work, this project is not the work I want to do, after all. Not right now. Not this way.
But not all is lost. I am working on something. Something new, yet familiar.
More on that later.
PS: Giving up on NaNo is okay. Just don’t give up on writing. It’s who you are.
Just would like to leave you with this tweet I just saw.
Diversity in media and entertainment empowers everyone for generations to come.
A worthwhile read.
If I saw a blog or comment by a feminist that challenged my world view, my anger button would be pressed and, rather than responding rationally, I’d lash out with gendered insults, all while completely failing to empathise with them.
Source: Confessions Of A Former Misogynist
Today is December 1.
That means NaNoWriMo is now over.
Over the past month, I’ve written some updates on my progress during this annual November challenge to write 50,000 words. Mostly anecdotal stuff, nothing special. More like pouring out some thoughts on my current state. Let me now take some time getting into the meat of what that month was like for me.Read More »
So that happened today. 50,236 words to finish the challenge.
Now to finish the novel.
Detailed post about my experience, the novel, some nifty graphs, and all that good stuff coming at the end of November or so.