I have to admit now that I will not be a NaNoWriMo winner this year.  Again.  I hate admitting that, both because I really did want to do it, and because I was quite vocal about NaNoWriMo on Twitter.

Actually, I admitted to myself a couple of weeks ago that it just wasn’t happening.  It’s been a weird month, and the weirdness started in October.  My grandfather passed away in mid-October, and I went to California for the funeral.  I knew this was coming, but it still pretty well rocked my existence (and still does).

And in turn, that’s made my normal state of medicated clinical depression harder to handle.  Then we’ve got the usual family financial stresses, and the bike break-downs, and other things that my befuddled brain is not remembering right now.  For the past couple of weeks, it’s really just come down to putting my family and my own health and stress level first.

On the other hand, I really do like what I’ve written so far, and would like to continue adding to it.  So maybe I’ll declare a personal novel writing month at some point and finish it off.

In the meantime, I’ve got to focus on things that are a higher priority.

Don't forget to share:
  • del.icio.us
  • Facebook
  • Propeller
  • Reddit
  • StumbleUpon
  • Technorati
  • FriendFeed
  • LinkedIn
  • Twitter