Saturday, November 2, 2013

NaNoWriMo Day 2



Yesterday, for NaNoWriMo Day 1, I wrote, not my proposed 2,000 words, but a grand total of only 550 words, and they were crappy, meaningless words, except for the last 50, which were truly honest words.

Here are those final words:

"I don’t want to write. I don’t want to write anything anymore. The process is just too damned complex for me these days. My brain no longer works efficiently enough to write... I am no longer capable of doing so. I am too old. And I can now admit it."


I feel suddenly that I am now free. I am free to do anything that occurs to me at any time. And that is what I will do.

. . . probably.


This Is Who I Am


  1. Do as you want and will, good friend. I understand the feeling. Recent events have left me in an unenviable physical state. The physical aspects of a sensitive human being -- such as you are (and I, as well) -- lay pressure on the mind. Might I add, though, that reading honest writing is the only pleasure left for me. As such, I would sorely miss your written words.