Remember that time when I was all "I'M GOING TO TAKE WRITING SERIOUSLY!" and "I AM GOING AFTER MY DREAMS!" and "WEEEEE TAKING MY LIFE IN MY OWN HANDS!"
Yeah, about that.
"I'm going to spend my days writing instead of wasting them doing useless things (I'm looking at you, facebook). My goal is to have a novel finished being written by September 1. I'll revise, revise, revise starting the 2nd. I'll take the next step (finding an agent, publisher, etc.) by December 1." [from this post.]
Hahahaha. That's cute. Tomorrow is December 1. I have not finished the novel I was talking about then. I haven't touched it since roughly September 15th. Whoop?
I'd like to make excuses -- School was overwhelming! Boy troubles! Depression! Illness! Waaah! But, really, as true as those are, I don't want to use them. I should have dedicated more time. I should have been better about it. If this is something I really so desperately want, which it is, then I should be accountable to that dream.
So, this is me being accountable to that dream. I'm doing my own NaNoWriMo, except in December because... Well because December starts tomorrow and I'm sick of waiting, dammit. I will start with a whole new idea from scratch (which means I need to come up with a whole new idea sometime before midnight), and put the novel I talked about in August on hold so I can look at it with fresh (ahem, fresher) eyes in a month.
Excuse me, I have work to do. :)
P.S. Did any of you participate in NaNoWriMo this year? How did it go for you? Did you finish? Did you "win?" Is it going to be the next Water for Elephants?