I guess at this point I have to admit, even to myself, that it ain’t happenin’ this year. I’m 15,000 words behind where I should be at this point, due to many days of not writing anything. I can’t possibly make that up and hit 50,000 by the end of this week.
I think the thing that hurt me the worst was I lost interest in the story I was writing. Yep, it’s true. The characters and plot floundered around for awhile, and ended up in places I never envisioned, and that was not a good thing. It’s so far off-track if I keep going in this vein it will bear almost no resemblance to the original premise I had. So what, you say. Well, I have no fire in my belly for the way it’s shaping up. And if I don’t know who I want these characters to be, if I don’t know what I want them to say, if even I don’t care who they are, why would anyone else?
So the point is, I will not be dragging them across the NaNoWriMo finish line. In time, if I can rework things, I may revisit the whole idea but for now I need to put it aside. I suppose I could just keep banging out words on the keyboard, and in truth I probably will add some to it but I just can’t see making 50,000 by the 30th.