NaNoWriMo has officially started (at least in my part of the world) and I already feel fucked over and screwed. Which is definitely not a good place to be feeling and it’s rather discouraging to begin with. I’m apparently setting myself up for failure.
This month is quite frankly the busiest month I’ve had in AGES. I’ve got an intensive two-day course on a weekend coming up. I’ve got three birthdays that I’ve promised hand-made presents for. My grandma is having surgery and I’m expected to help play care-taker. I’m covering multiple shifts at work, working overtime, and working shifts I’m not used to doing anymore. I’ll be training our new employee. And to top it all off – I think I’m getting sick again.
I fucked myself over in the pre-planning. Trouble is that I’ve got one plot in my head and a completely different set of characters talking. And I can’t put them together. So I’ve decided that I’m going to write whatever I can – be it both or something else or whatever comes to mind. I need to relax and be encouraged – two things that are seriously lacking.
I’ve wanted to do this for so long. And I’m terrified already. Although I’ve conveniently terrified my way through two pages already, so it might help to be scared? Who the fuck knows.
At least it’s still fun.