I haven't written anything. Not here and not on my WIP. In fact, just last night I was whining to my husband that I can't seem to write any more. I don't know what has happened to me but I sit down with every intention of writing something only to find my mind blank and my fingers motionless above the keyboard.
In order to combat this supposed writer's block, I've signed up for NaNoWriMo over at NaNoWriMo.org. 50,000 words in one month. In order to meet this goal, I'm allowing myself to write absolute trash. The object of this game is to get writing again. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not going to think about readers or critiquers or even publishers. I'm going to have to write for me and only me.
Wish me luck.
In order to combat this supposed writer's block, I've signed up for NaNoWriMo over at NaNoWriMo.org. 50,000 words in one month. In order to meet this goal, I'm allowing myself to write absolute trash. The object of this game is to get writing again. That's it. Nothing more, nothing less. I'm not going to think about readers or critiquers or even publishers. I'm going to have to write for me and only me.
Wish me luck.
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