I was off to a roaring start. As of last night, I clocked in almost 20k words over the first week, excluding the weekend.
I went to work, but I did not go to the gym, cook or clean. My words were having a major dance party.
But today I am drawing blanks. Oh, I make myself write, but not as fast or as furious.
I am full of excuses, and I am starting to stress about how much busier November is going to get. How can I possibly write another 30k?
I couldn't stay and write in bed because the tree guys were back at 8:30AM with their cherry pickers to clean up the mess from last week. (We had a freak snow storm resulting in loss of power for a few days and lots of poor, damaged trees.) (Yes, the noise and the expense makes me want to cry.) (And yes, I know that all of these parantheticals aren't correct.) (So what?)
I voted in our local elections, and then came here, to Starbucks. But I happened to be privy to a loud conversation about office politics from two brassy real estate agents. Sigh. However, I can't blame them, because now they're gone and I've resorted to . . . blogging. Which is still writing, btw, but it doesn't count for #NaNoWriMo.
Thank goodness for the pep talks that #NaNoWriMo gives you, like this one from last week from Erin Morgenstern.
I hear that the slump is more than common for writers, and that I need not despair. I need to keep carving out this space for writing, and give myself permission to dance with ninjas.
Back to Scrivener - farewell my lovelies!