NaNoWriMo, or 'Why the hell do I do this to myself' month.
This week was a sham for writing. Barely anything. What I've validated as numbers was what already existed and now I've hit a big ol' wall of nothin'. And now, as if to twist the knife, my muse wants to ditch my second idea and go for a first person journal of a mother and daughter trying to survive a zombie apocalypse. *headdesk* That would come much more natural for me, I think. I dunno. I may just start typing and see what sort of mind dump spills out of my chaos noggin.
Hows things with you?
Hows things with you?