Ugh, ugh I say. My 'novel' progress is abysmal. I even tried starting over yesterday, but I'm in no better shape now than I was before. My stories (both of them) bore me and writing every word is like pulling teeth.
I didn't do enough prep work in the beginning. I had this romantic notion that once I started writing my inner creativity would take over and lead me on from there. I should've come up with a plot and outline and all that jazz. That way, at least, I'd be able to coast on what I'd already done. Now I'm trying to write while I figure out the story and it's not working. I certainly didn't think I'd come up with a masterpiece, but I thought I'd at least be able to finish.
Isn't it sad that it's only day 6 of NaNoWriMo and I'm almost ready to throw in the towel?
The house is a mess (hey, if I have to give up housekeeping in order to focus on my art...) but I have nothing to show for it. What a bummer!
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