I was ready for NaNoWriMo this year.
By mid-October, I was already hammering out how I would go about each day for National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). I thought, “Finally! I have use for those random story lines.” Most of the things I watched or read or listened to inspired me to add to the already lengthy work. I was certain I would make it.
Come November 1, I was derailed.
“Derailed” is an understatement, actually. Whatever high I had the month before is now my low this month. I became a catastrophe. And that is not how I should face people I must impress.
So, I am not able to participate in NaNoWriMo this year. There is next year. But I have to get myself together now. No matter what I face right now, even if I feel alone in all of it, I have to get through it—all of it. The misery I am dealing with is only temporary. It will pass, one way or another.