I feel like I’m never going to finish. I wish I had just started on day one. In my defense, I forgot all about it, to be honest. I realized it was November, but I had forgotten I was participating in NaNoWriMo this year. Maybe it’s because it is my first year?
Anyway, I was going to go to a country club with someone in the family (I think she’s my second or third cousin or something?) who is close in age with my grandfather on my dad’s side (therefore my dad’s dad), but I was tired, and my throat hurt, so I canceled going.
I’m frustrated with myself, because all I’m able to do right now is sleep. I’m exhausted. And I’m not really hungry anymore.
I feel like death, if that’s even possible.
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I shall remind you that writing anything at all for NaNoWriMo is far better than what most people will ever accomplish. Don’t be ashamed that you are not accomplishing NaNoWriMo, because most people do not manage to write 50,000 words in 30 days. Be happy that you are doing something, because some progress on something that you’ve always wanted to do is better than no progress.