It rained today.
Of course it did. Never has the weather felt so wildly appropriate.
The thing is, it would have been so easy to not write at all. It would have been so natural to just wallow–take another day off.
But . . . it rained. And, because everyone was sad, there were no visitors at my job. And that meant . . .
I got to spend a few hours with my notebook, no one bothering me. I still didn’t turn out as many words as I feel I should be, but I did start on a scene I was super excited to get to.
And I did get back some of the faith I’ve been slowly losing in myself as a writer–the sinking sensation that I’ve been a hack this whole time, or that the one short story was my prime and my work already has a receding quality line.
Remembering that I’m writing a first draft–and that my first drafts always need a lot of work–helped bring me back. Aspiring to reach the plot points I already have planned helped get past the hurdle of uncertain transitions. I managed to do both of these things today, stopping at a point where I know exactly what’s coming up (instead of being worried about absolutely everything that came before). On a good day, that’s progress.
On a day like today, you better believe I’ll take it.
Words for the Day: 733
NaNoWriMo Total: 2,465