So I did nanowrimo and like most others who did the same, I’m exhausted. It was exhilarating in a way. It was overwhelming in another. I feel happy that I ‘won’ but disappointed that I mostly wrote crap. One thing that happened was I developed the desire to take a little break from writing. Just a few days. I needed to get away from the computer. I had to clean and buy groceries. That perpetual ache in my back wanted me to sit up straight for a bit. My poor brain needed some breathing space. So I took the break and all that happened is I proved what an idiot I can be. It’s now December 5, and I haven’t written a thing. I haven’t worked on my story. I didn’t even do a single writing prompt. I started to work on an online flash fiction course, but I stopped. I realize now that the pace of last month made my poor rebellious heart feel chained to my desk. I’ve been seeing writing as a chore. Now I have to fight through all that. No more break. I need to sit down and write. I figure if I do that every day again then I’ll get back in the habit but my goals will be nothing like November’s goals. Hopefully I’ll still have days where I write thousands of words but if I don’t I won’t feel guilty or get depressed because I might not finish in a month. Maybe I’ll alternate between writing and editing. I only know that taking all these days off was bad for me. If I don’t post for a few days, you know what I’ll be doing.