So it’s officially day three (5:30 am PST) of my first ever NaNoWriMo, and I’m not doing so hot.
Days before it all started, I had these great ideas floating around in my head, and visions of how much fun it was going to be. A mere two days later, and all I’m doing now is stumbling over my own thoughts. All those great ideas I had.. yup, you guessed it.. right out the window. They took all my blogging sense with them too. It’s as though someone came through my brain with some high quality cleaners and just wiped my slate clean. My emails are piling up, unanswered. I haven’t blogged. I haven’t tweeted. I’ve gone completely dormant.
After entirely too much stress, and feeling like a pressure cooker about to implode, I have decided that I need to just take a step back and breathe. If I don’t make the 50,000 words for NaNo.. so what. The point is that I tried. Do I want to be a published author someday? Yes, of course I do. Do I think I have it in me? Somewhere.. buried deep.. under all the other bullshit that springs itself on me daily, yes I do. It’s just taking me a little longer to find it, than I could have imagined.
All I want to find now, is my super soft pillow, a warm comforter, and my fat little kitty, who doesn’t mind if I
snore breathe into his ears when I’m sleeping. 😆