I’m feeling lackadaisical and pursed.
Pursued by this daft ambition to finish 50,000 words in 30 days – which I gleefully signed up for – and a creeping negativity and ambivalence that keeps trying to persuade me to watch TV, have a snooze, or anyone of a thousand other things rather than buckling down to write. I’ve failed twice since I started doing NaNo in 2006 and I’m wondering if this might be number three. After all, aren’t ‘things’ supposed to happen in threes? I seem to be justifying failure before I’ve failed, which is odd. I should be outraged by this lack of oomph.
Honestly, I don’t care. Meh. Either I will or I won’t write, and I’ll find out on 1st December.
Super! Now I’ve got that out of my system I feel so much better. 🙂