I'm finally writing (seriously writing) for the first time since December 1st--one day after NaNoWriMo finished for 2011, and Chris Baty (founder!) declared that it was his last year as Executive Director of the office of Letters and Light.
I had the post-NaNo slump. The slump that everybody said that I was going to have when NaNoWriMo finished.
Would you believe me if I said that I didn't believe them? I was all like, "Haha that's what people say. People who don't work under deadlines and have a hectic schedule."
"I don't have a hectic schedule, though!" I wagered. "I homeschool. That's the very definition of free time."
I got the post-NaNo slump despite the Keep-it-going-1,000-words-a-day nonsense going through my head.
I think it was because I was writing the sequel to a novel that, on December 2nd, I scrapped entirely and decided to start anew.
Anyway, back to the story I was beginning this blog post with.
A few days ago I forced myself to start writing again.
4,000 words later, I'm still going strong.
And I love my story so far.
Things are happening. People are meeting. The setting is incredibly incredible.
I'm in love with my characters.
Ah, young love.