So I'm doing NaNoWriMo. And I'm failing spectacularly.
Do you ever get that feeling that you know you should do something but feel like you're forced into it? Well, yeah. That's pretty much my entire life at the moment.
I don't know what to do. On some days, I'll write two thousand words. On other days, I'll write two hundred. It's incredibly difficult trying to juggle school and writing a novel. I was hoping that I'd get class time for it, but so far I haven't been given any. And I still have a life-Either I wasn't allowed to give up my after school activities and the ones that I was allowed to give up are my favourite. Go figure.
I guess I'm just realising that this is a lot harder than what I thought. If I'm going to be honest, I saw myself at the the start finishing my book on the first day, publishers fangirling over it, becoming the next J.K Rowling. But I have been pretty naive in the past-I've now realised that it's a lot harder than it looks to write a novel. I thought the words would flow, but they feel stilted and unessecary. And to top everything off, I've lost my USB with all my work on it. Talk about bad luck.
I guess I'm not cut out for writing a novel after all...