WHY DON’T I HAVE A PLAN.
It’s day one of NaNoWriMo and I don’t have anything to write. This is why people take Preptober so seriously.
On one hand I knew this would happen. I didn’t have a specific direction and didn’t want to force a novel that wasn’t ready to be written. On the other hand, it would feel like such an accomplishment to write 50,000 words in a month and have another project to be working on.
Okay. Okay, okay, okay.
I just need to remind myself that it’s completely fine to write small things and see where they go. They might not have a specific purpose, but they’ll mean something because writing is expressing yourself. This month isn’t about me writing words for the sake of it, but doing something I love.
The word count isn’t the definition of success.
I’ve literally written a novel this year and gotten a poem published. I’ve got my blog, I’ve got my plants (more on these later). Why forget these great things just because it’s November and I might write less than other people?
I don’t have a plan because I didn’t want one.
(Good pep talk, Sarah.) (Now let’s have a plant update.)
I bought two indoor plants yesterday and they look so lovely. One is sitting on my desk and the other on my dresser – I truly believe I’m living my best life.