I wouldn’t trade a minute of that a novel today. Not once. Not ever. I miss the secret club it was too. And abhor the fanfic sex session it’s become. *throws up a little*

*Big Hugs and a High Five*

I think I need to consider writing as a writer, rather than the push to shove words to page. Until then, I’ll play some World of Warcraft, eat cookies, knit some socks and read a damn good book.

This year I started, got frustrated, started again, and, well, you know the drill. It just wasn’t happening. Maybe I wasn’t excited about what I had to say, but too much of my frustration came from having lost some writing innocence. I know now what I’m doing wrong when I’m doing it and going to the NaNo forums makes me feel worse, not better.

Like you, I miss the thrill of participating and feel the stress more than anything else. I can’t take writing so casually that I think of throwing in a flaming unicorn just to get wordcount, and I miss the community feeling that we shared when it was smaller and more like a secret club.

Doesn’t mean I don’t have good memories, though.

I hear ya though…it’s not just about the words, it’s about the process of getting the words out of yourself. I think that’s why I’ve only started and never finished. Until there is a story within me that is DYING to get out, I am not motivated enough to stick to it.

Go read, knit, enjoy life. Maybe next year will feel more right!