Oh, hi. It’s December, isn’t it?
How’s my novel, you ask?
Well, I tried. I gave it a shot but I only ended up with about 18,000 words. I tried to write every day but as with most things, life, the universe, and everything got in the way. It happens. And then there is the crippling self-doubt to factor in.
But I feel pretty good about it. I know that I will have to write reams of utter crap before I get to something worthwhile. I wrote a lot of haiku, so that’s a thing. I got a lot of other stuff done whilst procrastinating the writing, so that is nice too.
Maybe I’ll give it another shot next year. Maybe I’ll keep pushing ahead with the thing I started this year. We’ll see.