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.