A Month Later

During this month, my writing has been largely at a dead stop. I had plans to finish a book, write some short stories, and generally stay deep in a new writing groove. But I didn't.

For a much of the month, I've bounced from acceptance to outrage that I can't seem to get back on the horse. Part of it has been out of my control. With a new infant in my life and the need adjust to a new daytime schedule, I have a good reason for not writing. Then you add the fact that I lose hours at night to a part-time job outside of the house. I have my hands full with adjustments and a loss of prime writing time. 

But I cannot say that I am totally out of time. I can find snatches if I try. The truth is that I haven't been as motivated to take those moments and put new words down. There is a component lacking, I think. I feel thin on inspiration and the creativity is flowing at a sluggish pace. I don't want it to be that I'm complaining. Rather, I am making observations about my current state of being. 

Maybe, I'm just worn down and I needed this down time. Yet, I hate the lost days on another level. I seem to be of two minds on all of this. 

I know other writers go through these times. I know it is about being a little more patient with myself so I can get to a better place so I can return to fiction. 

There is a problem with that however: NaNoWriMo is starting in a few days. I honestly wanted to give it a shot this year and see if I can cross that milestone. I've tried and failed to cross the finish line in this writing challenge and I just want to do it for once.

So what do I do, make an announcement here? Make it public? NaNoWriMo means meeting set word counts every day and targeting an immovable deadline. Do I do it?

Heck if I know.