“Why am I writing this? No one will ever be interested in reading this garbage. I should just give up now.”
I always get to this stage during November. I forget that I’m an engaging writer, that people actually like to read the things I’ve written. Instead I look at the %*#@ I’m putting on the page and groan.
“Why even bother?”
Then I remind myself that November isn’t about editing, and it is the editing process that makes my writing coalesce into something worthwhile.
So I carry on. Keep writing, even if it feels like nonsense. Trust that something amazing will come out of it eventually, as long as I give myself something to work with.
I’m at 16,456 words. Only 33,544 more words to go to reach my 50,000 word goal. I procrastinate a little longer and see that my “Lifetime Word Count” for all the year’s I’ve done NaNoWriMo is 425,109. Not too shabby, eh?
All right, time to add to the total word count. Ready to get back at it.
While I’m writing, why don’t you go out and pursue a big goal, too?
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