Can you taste it?
It's starting to get hard. Really hard. You hear all these stories that Week Two is the hardest. Last year, that wasn't so for me--it was Week Three. But this year, Week Two is stepping on my feet as I try to trudge on.
School (and life in general) is part of the problem. Assignments are beginning to pile up. Final papers are due. Presentations must be given. Pre-final tests must be studied for. Clothes must be washed.
Novel must be written.
I've been forced to cut some corners. I had a pretty difficult test today in my Christian Doctrine class...and I really don't think I did so great on it. This morning, I skipped my first class...the first time I've skipped a class the entire semester. I've put off reading assignments. I haven't washed laundry in two weeks. I actually had to use my one skip for room checks last Thursday because I simply did not have time to clean.
NaNoWriMo is beginning to look like a poor life decision.
But then I write scenes like I did today, and I fall in love with it again. I feel lost if I'm not writing, if I'm not pushing forward.
I haven't fallen behind yet, by some grace of God. I'm still on track, but it's surely not coming as easily as those first few days did.
I just passed 20,000 words, though, and the feeling. You can't replicate that.
Halfway is just around the corner.
currently listening to: Best I Ever Had by Gavin DeGraw