Nanourgh

I don't believe in writer's block.

Let me amend that. I can usually "write through" something - either through journal entries or just pounding out chapter after chapter. Eventually, the funk fades out.

Except this month, of course.

I've done NaNoWriMo every year since 2002. I bombed in 2004 when there was a joint boyfriend/family fiasco wrecking my chi. Every other year, it's been a total peach. The stories I churn out might need work, but they're not tooth-pullingly painful processes.

I may have to drop it this year. Too much going on, the brain does not want to write, everything feels forced.

I have a handful of stories - completed novels - that are done. When I finish a book, I convince myself it's terrible and needs tons of rewriting to ever be digestible. So...I toss them aside (well, set them gently under the bed) and forget about them.

There's a couple that really, really aren't bad. One of which I left with a pal for months and have never come back to...

Man. Maybe this is my brain's way of telling me to focus on those stories for awhile. At least say, yes, they are ready to go out into the world. Maybe then the writing voodoo will return.

Or maybe I'm just kidding myself. It wouldn't be the first time.