Today is a frustrating NaNo day. I wrote about 200 words this morning, but my wonderful son has been extremely high maintenance, and everything I write I want to kill. Destroy. Kill with fire. I’m talking about immolation, here.
I’m told this is normal. I’m just so used to working at my own pace. This whole discipline thing is not settling well with me. Sure, I can crank out 2K/hr if I want.
Anyway, until that time, it’s just… well, eventually I’ll get through it. Or I won’t. Who knows?