Three Thousand and MEH

Yesterday I wrote three thousand words. I don’t even remember what about. I felt like the story was moving at last.

Today I worked and stayed late for site council and went out to fetch “fast” (it was not fast) Chinese food for dinner and came home and did homework, and now my story won’t move.

Often I forget why I don’t write more. Turns out this is it, or at least part of it. Without the determination to win a challenge like NaNoWriMo, when I’ve had a busy day doing EVERYTHING but writing, I...