If last week was a slow start to NaNoWriMo, this week progressed with the pace of slime mold. And I won’t beat around the bush on this one: the election did it. It’s been a week of anxiety, something I’ll have to share in another post, and that anxiety derailed my train of thought entirely. I keep trying to get back to the writing, but every time I look at my work, I ask myself, “What the hell am I doing with this?”
I wish I had more to say in this update, but I feel like I got horribly drunk Tuesday night and spent the last few days nursing a monumental hangover.
Only, you know, without the booze.