It has been twenty days since I “Fell on my Pen” in the NaNoWriMo. Twenty days since the heady rush of putting a few thousand words a day into a computer file with no particular title. Twenty days and I’ve written virtually nothing.
…the Muse isn’t back from her winter vacation in the islands…
This lack of output on my part is particularly unnerving. The NaNoWriMonauts warn of this phase of the post November blues. Holidays coming on; everyone busy shopping; no time to write. A feeling of uselessness creeps up on you, a sort of post novel depression sets in and suddenly it’s very difficult to work up the get up and go necessary to, for lack of better words, get up and go.
I’ve pretty much scraped the idea from the NaNoWriMo attempt, mind you there is a chunk that would make a pretty good short story. I’ve been trying to come up with something new that I can work through, but it hasn’t shown me what it is yet. I suppose the Muse isn’t back from her winter vacation in the islands yet. I hope she chokes on her margarita.

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