Today is November 15, which makes today the official half way point for NaNoWrimo. It is also the day that I take a step back from the computer I have chosen to chain myself to and ask myself, “What the fuck am I doing?” My “story” is going nowhere, my plot is split – I think I might be writing two stories – and to top it all off the soup I made seems to have little dough balls floating in it. Julia Child I am not.
I am receiving a lot of support from friends across the globe and my boyfriend thinks I am crazy. I am beginning to believe him. As I am typing this blog entry I am thinking that I could be using this time to work on the novel. The Novel! Who am I anyway?
What in the world led me to believe that I could write a novel in 30 days? I don’t rightly know, but I am doing it. It is being done. It is taking every last ounce of nerve I have in my little body not to quit, but I am doing it. This is the year I don’t quit. Follow through, that’s the idea. Even if my character is boring, placid and lifeless, I will take her through to the very end. I just might kill her for fun. It’ll make me feel better.
So faithful readers, I want you to know, that if I survive this month of torture, I will be back to my usual witty, bloggy self in December. I miss you.