SoooooooOOOooooOOOOOooo…..

Yeah, that NaNoWriMo thing? Not quite happening. Not only am I crippled by the certain knowledge that I am a crap writer, I am hobbled by my schedule in November which is school event this, holiday event that, blah dee blah blah seasonal depression blah. There is much gym-going and much reading of the Harry Potter and much knitting of the One Sock, but not so much with the writing, which is kind of a bummer.

Also, I can’t find my MSWord Product Key for thishere new computer, so I can only open Word a limited number of times before it gets pissed at me. Oops.

So there’s that.

And there’s the whole “I don’t really have a plot” thing.

And the “so much for making time to write” thing.

Oh well. NaNoWriMo is a lot of pressure, man! 1667 words a day that make sense? Non e possible!

The other problem I’m having is that I no longer have a muse. Not like before. I think I broke it, which is GREAT on the one hand because now, you know, life is great and peachy and all that but sucky on the other hand because I can’t write unless I have angst and I don’t have angst anymore. I suppose I could try real hard and get angsty about the fact that I’m not writing but… that probably won’t work.

Sooooooooooo, yeah. Ooops. Good intentions, shit execution. Story of my life.