The second week of writing has taken its toll on my resolve, but I have not given up the fight.
The first couple of days were rough. I barely made headway last Thursday, and Friday night was a wash. I regained ground over the weekend, barreling through 4,000 words on Saturday. But by Sunday, I was losing ground again. My hopes of hitting 20,000 words by Sunday night fell short.
On Monday, I rallied and hit the 20,000 word mark. And though I was still on target, I could feel the Week Two NaNo Blues begin to overtake me. Luckily, I wasn’t the only one. The camaraderie I shared with my fellow writers helped alleviate some of the stress, but the words…
Ah, the words. Alas, they did not come.
Last night, I looked for inspiration from a variety of sources. I read a little. I watched a little television (only one half-hour comedy). I even drank a little. But wherever my muse went, she didn’t leave a forwarding address.
It is now the 11th hour. Week 2 is drawing to a close as I write this. I have a few short hours to finish about 3,000 words. If I fail, I will end the week behind in my word count.
Can I write 1,000 words an hour? For three hours straight? Probably not. But I’m not giving up. Tonight, it’s not for honor. It’s not for glory.
I’m doing this for me.
K. Wohler
Lawrence, KS
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