One thing I can see, one thing I know is there. The title struggles are silly. I know I can do better than this. Maybe I stop posting every day? I don’t know. The end of the year is near. Seems silly to stop now.
348 fiction words, 518 total words
Last night was a meeting for those rabid folks who like to go to Panera Bread in October and plot their novels. I didn’t do plotting, I took notes. I wrote in the morning – not a ton, but some, as you can see – and so felt comfortable not writing at the event.
I can’t get anything done with that level of volume anyway.
My mood seems to be, generally, not as positive lately. I have attributed this to the intense level of preparation and general busyness I experience at this time of year due to NaNoWriMo in years past, but I don’t especially have that excuse right now.
Well, at least it isn’t completely unexpected. That’s the silver lining I have right now.
I’ll be trying to write this morning again, using my evening to take more notes (they’re good ones), and at some point, I have a little busy work to fill in the empty spaces.
Who am I kidding – there are no empty places. It feels like every moment gets filled.