The best laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men,
Gang aft agley
So said my fellow Scotsman, and national poet, Rabbie Burns. And my best laid schemes have taken a fairly severe knock these past few weeks. We are at the end of the third weekend of NaNoWriMo. Past the half-way stage. My word count should be a minimum of 25,005. My actual word count is less than half of that.
I can lay the blame for this on so many varied and different problems, but are the pressures of my life really any greater than those of all the other writers taking part in NaNoWriMo this year, who have managed to keep to their word counts?
None of us are professional, paid writers. All of us do this in our spare time. I have had two very difficult weeks at work – but who hasn’t had work problems in the past? Many NaNo winners have tremendously stressful jobs, and still manage.
The global credit crunch has begun to have a direct impact on my own life – but it is a global credit crunch for a reason, all of us in the Western world are affected.
Who amongst us does not have a family life that demands attention, attention that cannot always be given over to writing. So I am not unique in this regard.
Others manage where this year I have not. The story is there, I can at times see it replaying in my mind. But I find myself lacking in the energy or inclination to sit down and get the words out. I have become a master at the art of procrastination.
Oh well – 15 days left. Plenty of time I am sure. Any advice on how to rekindle my enthusiasm and get past this?