Please feel free not to read this post. I feel like whining. I have been flaring yesterday and today so word count has fallen behind. Not only that, but for some reason I managed to write a short story rather than a novel out of this batch of plot bunnies. I still like my basic idea but for some reason the exciting scene turned boring as heck. That’s what happens when the fog rolls in. I start writing like an unimaginative second grader with no vocabulary left in my head.
Look, I know, I know. I’ve done NaNo so many times and have gotten horribly behind. And I know that all I need for this draft is getting the ideas down. Rewrites and edits can bring it back to life. And journaling in my “Morning Pages’ can help me through the dark days so that I have plenty to write when energy and clarity come back to me. Then I can make up for wordage.
Still, it doesn’t keep me from being discouraged and down. I’ll get over it. I always do. Guess I just need to wallow in it for a while. For the curious, I am at 12,149 words. Meh.
Darswords 
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