I’ve written before about how much I love timed challenges. As many of you know, it is the time of year for National Novel Writing Month, one of my almost yearly accomplishments. Except this year instead of finishing in 21 days, I may not finish at all.
I’m a little upset about that. I currently stand at 10k behind. It’s not unrealistic for me to be able to bring that deficit to its knees with a few days of concentrated effort. Except for the first time in years, I just don’t feel the mojo to make it happen.
I think I have reached the dreaded burnout. Not that my creative well is dry; there is a lot of internal chatter among my characters which is always a good sign that they’re ready to go. What’s the old saying, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak? My imagination is alive and awake, my body however is not up to the long hours of solitude right now.
Doesn’t help this particular story has been fighting me like a bear I have to wrestle the entire time. That’s exhausting.
No matter what I am going to keep plugging along. Even if I don’t ‘win’, I’ll still have more sand in the sandbox with which to build castles later.