A bad thing happened after a hugely successful NaNoWriMo November for me… I fell off with my writing, and badly.
This is going to be a whiny, negative blog post, so if you’re looking for pictures of funny animals doing Christmas things, go find it somewhere else. I’m gonna git real fo a sec, yo…
Today is the 23rd of December (or as some stupid people like to call it, Christmas Eve Eve… don’t call it that) and I should have about 30,000 to 46,000 words written for the month so far. Somewhere in that range would make me happy.
Where am I so far in December? 17,781 words. Crap. In the 23 days of December I haven’t written on 8 of them. Unacceptable. The November novel sits firmly at 50,500 words and I’ve barely looked at it. I’m limping along on a short story for an anthology. While I love the story so far, the motivation to finish it isn’t there. A lousy 4,000 words in a month on a story shouldn’t be too hard… yet here I am, sitting at 3,457 words for the last 4 days. A half hour writing sprint would finish it off.
I think the problem is motivation on everything right now. I am currently going back and forth about three potential projects for companies that will give me a nice chunk of money to live off of in the beginning of 2014, which is a great thing… but they are all moving along so slowly with the contracts, payments and deadline setting it is taking up most of my mental time. I should be writing but I’m worrying about how I’m going to pay the bills in the first quarter of 2014, how I’ll be able to have a great Christmas and have money left over, etc. etc.
I have yet to have a huge writing day in December, and that usually helps me get rolling. One day of 5,000 words on a project or two let’s me relax and write, but it hasn’t come yet. Every day is a new challenge for me. Nothing major, just whiny stuff like spending the day shopping or me not feeling well or dealing with personal issues like my kids.
I know, I’m being a whiny bitch. I’m a lucky man. I have a great career I’ve been dreaming about since I was twelve years old, I have a great family, a great Special Gal and special friends surrounding me. I have money in my pocket and I live in a nice house and have too much food to eat.
Now I just need to find the motivation to write before December is over…
Oh, in case I don’t see you tomorrow… have a great Christmas and a Happy New Year!