National Novel Writer's Month ends in a few hours. Once again I have tortured a group of pre-adults with this daunting experience. They made it farther than I did.
I worked on several pieces, sporadically, and made some progress. But overall I was distracted and refused to write. I don't know if it is a rebellion against husband, girl and boy. Or simply a product of my exhaustion while working full time.
I miss the days of going to writing group. Completing a chapter every week. Getting the words down on paper.
The good news? I have an office now. And soon it will be a nice pretty green color. I'm SURE that will be the key to getting more words down.
Look out November. NEXT year I will be a winner.