Saturday, December 1, 2007

fail.

no novel for me this year.

why? i'm not sure. i certainly had more going on this year than the previous 3, and also i started the month pretty creatively dry and in the grip of a pretty major depression.

the depression, i'm glad to say, has started to lift a bit. it will probably come back in a month or so.

as strange as it sounds, probably beginning the month on vacation damaged any novel-writing ability as well. while i was pretty relaxed, i was concentrating on other things, and i only wrote one day's worth while on vacation for four days. not an insurmountable obstacle (i started over the third day of the month last year), but a daunting one, nonetheless.

oh well. there's always next year.

and of course, there's three other rough drafts to edit and/or finish *grin*

1 comment:

the Dreadful Flying Glove said...

Oh, it's easy once you know how.

Failing, that is. <g>

Aah well. What was it beckett wrote? "Fail again, fail better,", I think.

Although as you will have noticed, this effectively renders any novel I'm likely to write utterly redundant. Bugger.