I’ve gotten about 28,000 words into my NaNoWriMo project…but I think I’m done. Put a fork in me. [Insert various quitter's cliches here].
I could attribute my failure to a number of factors. I got ill for a couple of days and got way behind on my word counts. I’m behind…and getting more so every day. And with the upcoming holiday and a wedding to attend, I know I’m not going to hit the mark in time.
But the biggest, number one factor is that I’m just not feeling it. The joy has left Mudville. This has been a long slog on a project that I’ve ceased to care about. I’m pouring a lot of energy and angst into something that I’m just plain not enjoying. I probably should have planned out the project better before starting…maybe then I wouldn’t have gotten stuck for plot points. Maybe the idea just isn’t a novel. Maybe I’m not ready, as a writer, to tackle this idea.
Regardless…I just don’t want to. Life is too short for me to pour my energies into something I just don’t care about anymore.
So I’m going to stop.
Let only those who have typed a mile of print in my fingers judge me.