…it’s gone. It’s permanently lacking right now. Nanowrimo is six days in and I haven’t written a word.
Last year, I couldn’t wait to get started. I ploughed through. Sure, I fell behind a little bit, but I won with one day spare. I loved it. I loved the creative juices that got flowing. I was getting all sorts of ideas for other stories to tell, and I was writing them all down too.
Cue November 2011, and it’s the opposite. I couldn’t decide which story to tell. I decided to go with the one that I would be least likely to want to pursue in earnest outside of a competition – perhaps that’s my trouble. I’m not excited enough by it. I don’t know where to take it.
And then there’s this other idea. One that I really do want to pursue, but I don’t yet have the guts too. It would be alienating. It would be rather R-rated. It would involve some dubious googling. I’m not quite ready for that one yet…
I tell myself this week will be the one. This week I’ll get the motivation. This week I’ll pursue it.
But will I?