Week Two, Feeling Blue

So week two is over, we’re into week three, and things ain’t looking good. I’m under 5,000 words, allowed myself to get distracted by work, and then my grandmother passed away (in her 101st year — she had a good, long life). So the rest of this week is family stuff, with little time on the schedule to get some writing in.

Plus, I just haven’t managed to find the fun with NaNoWriMo this year. That’s one of the reasons why I haven’t even so much as made an attempt since 2012 — it got to feel like more of a slog than an exercise in creative freedom.

Still, there’s just under half a month left, and I’m not quite ready to call it. I’m not as confident as I was going in this year, but I still have a chance.

And I’m more than ready to move on to a new venture. Not quite sure what it is yet… a serious attempt at at fiction writing, another poetry project, maybe something in the photography realm. I’m chomping at the bit, though, needing to do something creative or go crazy. I need to focus on something other than the mundane bullshit of life. I’m sure I’m not the only one out there.