I’ve been doing NaNoWriMo this month, but I haven’t really said anything about it. I’ve mainly kept it quiet because things have been so hectic that it was really uncertain whether or not I’d actually finish.
As of yesterday, I was quite hopeful that I would. I was very excited, even into this morning. But now that I’m into my day and reality is hitting, I’m realizing that it’s not going to happen.
I’m so close, less than 5,000 words away from the goal, which makes it even more disappointing. But we started school back up today (remember, I homeschool), and naturally, because there’s a deadline, my brain refuses to cooperate and give me something to write.
I hate it when this happens. And it’s been happening all too often lately. To the point where sometimes, I feel like I just want to stop writing altogether. Especially when people keep asking when my next book will be out, or telling me I need to hurry up because they’re waiting to read it – and most especially, when those people are people that I’m close to, and thus want to satisfy and make them happy and proud.
I won’t give up, I can’t give up. But it’s very frustrating and depressing.
While I wait for my brain to cooperate again, I guess it’s time to get busy doing other things. Like cry.