We’re halfway through November. I wish I could say that I’ve been writing my ass off, and my first novel is closer to being finished. But I can’t.
I was good for the first three days, and then I ran out of things to write off the top of my head. I needed the notebook with all my story ideas in it. I thought I knew where it was, but it’s not there. I was going crazy – literally having a panic attack to the point of crying – trying to find it one night.
But I still didn’t find it. And Mom thought I was overreacting. She said something to the effect of: “Your biggest worry is a stupid notebook”. That, understandably, really hurt me. That notebook is not stupid. I’m proud of it; it has some really good story ideas in it. And the whole point in finding it was to write faster and not have to think of something completely new.
I’ll find it eventually; I know I’ve seen it somewhere. But right now, I just feel stuck in a rut. All the creativity seems to have been knocked out of me. Obviously, I haven’t even been blogging. But, I will be blogging more regularly from now on. And I’ll restart writing my novel as soon as I find my notebook; I’ll probably find it when I clean my room.
So stay tuned.