It may seem premature, I mean we are only on the 13th of November, but I have to admit that my word count is bad… Worse than bad. I am at 5000 words. Okay I have excuses, but all I feel is disappointment.
It does seem like the fates have conspired against me. I had a few illness issues and it has been tough functioning normally, let alone writing. My word count per day has gone from bad to worse.
Am I going to give up?
But my novel may not hit the nanowrimo milestones. It will get there; maybe by mid December, but I still feel like a failure.
It’s really strange because I can get a number of rejection letters and I just shrug them off. But with this I’m feeling the failure like an ache. It has got to me. But as I’m feeling better I think that it is going to get written faster.
I just wish I could relax about it. Maybe I ought to try a bit of meditation….