I haven’t started NaNoing. I think I’m skeered.
I have about three poems swirling in my noggin, but none want to come out and play. It isn’t writer’s block, it’s writer’s scaredy-catism. Only I can’t figure out what I’m afraid of. Cooties?
I haven’t started NaNoing. I think I’m skeered.
I have about three poems swirling in my noggin, but none want to come out and play. It isn’t writer’s block, it’s writer’s scaredy-catism. Only I can’t figure out what I’m afraid of. Cooties?
I’ll join you in the notyetness.
And the cootie defence.
I’ll take any excuse going at the moment.
Assuming you still have some hours left in your day, I hope it looks up. Mine is shortly coming to a close, so not much hope of redemption.
Maybe tomorrow.
Have you gone to the NaNoWriMo forums? Sometimes there’s inspiration there.
ain’t got no inspiration and my shoulder hurts. I’ll be doing nanowrimo catch-up this year, too.