It was another one of those days; no inspiration, no motivation. It was one of those days where you force yourself to write. I know that what I’m writing isn’t any good but…
… I’m hoping what I’ve gotten onto the page inspires/prompts/provokes something better later.
I’m glad I got something down, but, like anyone in this situation, I just wish it was better.
And I can’t see that forcing myself to write at this time will do me any favors. I will just have to take my licks and get back in the saddle tomorrow.
I don’t want to admit it, but I really disappointed myself tonight. I’m sure every writer feels this way when he or she hits a wall, but there is that nagging little voice that asks: Have I run out of ideas forever?
I want to tell that voice, “If I buy you a pizza and a pitcher of beer, will you go away?”
Hope all my fellow NaNo’s are moving right along with their projects.
Here’s hoping tomorrow is better,
Words today: 1011
Words total: 34,427