…and I’m way more upset than I ought to be.
According to the plan, I should’ve written at least 7,000 words this weekend, in and amongst preparing for a speaking event next week.
Long story short: Life came at me, bro. Plans and responsibilities changed, and I wasn’t prepared.
And in terms of NaNoWriMo, there just isn’t enough catch-up time left now. It’s gone, and I’m done.
I’m gutted. I’m absolutely devastated. I invested a bunch of leave from my day-job for time to focus, I worked through lunch breaks, pushed myself every night, and this is the closest I’ve ever been by far to winning.
But, for sure, there are things that are more important than NaNoWriMo.
So, what’s next?
I’m going to spend this next week re-convincing myself that I’m worthy and able to carry on with this story, then I’ll figure out what I’m going to do.
Right now, though, I suppose I’m just too tired to feel that great.