Guess what? It’s still November. Sigh. I’m still caught in NaNoHell.
What was I thinking? How could I have possibly thought my plot line had enough going on to sustain an entire book? What had I been drinking that those characters seemed remotely interesting?
Whine, whine, whine…
Yep. I’ve reached the middle of the second week of NaNoWriMo. My ideas have soured, my muse has skipped town, and I haven’t a clue what’s supposed to happen next. My book is right on schedule.
Fortunately, I’m an old hand at this misery. This is my fifth NaNoWriMo and experience tells me to suck it up and apply BICHOK (Butt In Chair Hands On Keyboard). This is the week I’m convinced my writing is worthless drivel…and I’m doing it anyway.
After all, NaNo’s theme is “Dare to Write Bad!” Hey! I’m doing that!
This is the week when I force myself to write without allowing myself to edit…or even re-read. By next week, I’ll have hit my stride. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
Nice to know others are suffering with me…and the cool thing about writers? We’re genetically incapable of suffering in silence. When we whine, we do it with *style*