It’s November 1st. Again.

That means it’s the beginning of NaNoWriMo. Again.

I had good intentions of actually giving it a go. Again.

I came up with nothing, and chickened out. Again.

The truth is, I’ve been in a pretty low place for the last few months. My inspiration flew out the window right along with my motivation, and, as is evidenced by the date of my last post, I’ve written absolutely nothing for a very long time. But writing is a curious little creature. While I use my sadness as an excuse for not doing it, it’s the very thing that usually helps drag me out of the depths and back into my happy place. Quite the conundrum.

The thing about NaNoWriMo, however, is that it presents massive opportunity for failure. Failure, as we all know, is not something I handle well, and is definitely not what I need at the moment. So forget that.

What I can do, or at least try to do, is blog every day for the month of November. I may fail at this, too, but I feel like my chances are better.

So.

I’ll try this instead.