Let it Freakin' Snow.

Listening to: The New Amsterdams, "Story Like a Scar"

Winter continues here in Pennsylvania. I woke up to a yard covered in white and dark green splotches, since the blanket of snow is not yet complete. I feel like I went straight from summer to winter--it was 65 degrees when I left Virginia last weekend. Very disconcerting.

Anyhow, I'm totally freaking blocked when it comes to NaNo. I tried, I really did. I'm not sure if it's the pressure and the realization that each day I fell behind set me back massively, or the moving back to my home state, or if I just need a damn break from writing for a few weeks. Maybe a combination of all of the above. Also, I feel like I'm a bit in limbo, because I want to run through my last novel one more time, but I promised myself I wouldn't until December. I still need a little more distance.

I think I'm going to work on some side projects for the next few weeks. Maybe I'll scrawl out a few short stories (this contest sounds fun, I might do it just for kicks) and work on the Super Extra Top Sekrit project that's been floating about my mind for a while. No novels for at least a few weeks. No projects that are huge and far-reaching, that will take up the next six to eight months of my life. Just smaller-scope things that I always put aside in favor of the big stuff.

There. I feel much better now. I may have failed NaNo (it's only the second week, but let's face facts--I'm like 10,000 words behind at this point), but I'm giving myself to work on the stuff I always put off.

After all, as I've been saying in regards to NaNo for the past two years...there's always next year. And hey--at least I tried this year! Making progress, I'd say.

Now if only the snow would stop, I'd feel freakin' spectacular.