Moody
Sorry - the fallout from my weekend's rather negative feelings have persisted and put me out of the mood to post. I think I'm pretty much over it now though, so here's normal service.
Normal service in this context of course comes back to NANOWRIMO, and the clear acknowledgement that as today is the last day of November, and I haven't written anything since about the 8th, I have failed and failed quite spectacularly.
In my own defence, I knew that it was going to be a difficult month in which to do it for all sorts of immovable other activity reasons, and on top of that, truthfully, I'd let myself be persuaded to take it on when my heart wasn't really in it. I should have stayed on the sidelines cheerleading.
Anyway, My Husband (who has also not finished) And I have decided that we'll do a writing month project of our own in the first half of next year. The lovely Alice has already said she'd like to do the same, so we can have a little mutually supportive writing circle.
Anyway, as one of the writing circle from this time round pointed out, at least I have 8,000 words of me-produced fiction that I didn't have a month ago.