Went into the weekend thinking it was going to be filled with word count bliss and instead it was filled with computer issues and a site hack that left Stepping Stones Magazine a literal blank slate. After that, writing was the last thing on my mind. Even in the middle of Camp NaNoWriMo, I need to take a couple of days to collect myself. This puts me behind my daily word count goal, but rather take a few days and do nothing than to give up altogether.
Sometimes the only thing you can do is take a step back. Looking at a situation with a fresh pair of eyes can help you proceed on a course of action. I’m hoping the break will allow me to refocus my attention on the current NaNo project and on what it means to me to be a writer. (What can say? I get philosophical when shit happens.) We’re at the halfway mark people. Either I’m going to finish Camp NaNoWriMo and list myself as a winner or I’m not going to hit my word count in time. I didn’t win my first my NaNo back in November 2009, but I managed to turn it around a year later.
And how is A Pound of Flesh? Honestly, I’ve seen roadkill look better. It’s all over the place with mixed up POVs to be the cherry topper of this inedible literary sunday. I like the core idea, though, and that is what’s going to keep me with the project even post NaNo. (Even though the novel is getting pushed to the back of the line while I work on more immediate projects.) Maybe after a lot of major miracle-working, I can eek out a coherent story underneath this pile of drivel.
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