I think it’s with 2009.
I’ve always been excited for November, because of NaNoWriMo. I blogged about it a couple of times before November came and everyone knows how excited I am for this year’s novel-writing madness.
But why do I feel like running away whenever I have to deal with anything about this in November? Why can’t I wait for November to end? Why would I rather check school alert systems than do anything about the novel?
I’ve been feeling really out of it lately, and it’s really making me guilty for not being into the entire noveling spirit. Maybe it’s the fact that I have so many things to do? Maybe it’s the flood. Maybe it’s post-traumatic stress. I don’t know.
Don’t get me wrong; I love my Wrimos. I love their enthusiasm, and their excitement. I love the fact that we have more than 50% newbies and I love my volunteers as well. And I want them to have fun this year, but I feel like I’m not doing a very good job in doing so. And it’s making me all sorts of guilty.
It’s not only me but I feel like there’s other people having a harder time in NaNo this year too. I don’t know what’s in this year, but I really have a feeling it’s 2009.
There’s one week left in November, and I’m only in 34K words, and there’s still a bit of things to plan. But I still can’t wait for November to end. I can’t wait for this year to end.