There’s a simple, simple answer – why I’m sucking so bad this year. And it’s not spending all my time at the beach, it’s been a little gray this week.
I’m missing my ugly grandpa writing sweater! Remember this post? Last year, I went out and got a Hemingway-esque writing aide. Yes, it was itchy and hideous, but it obviously worked. And this year, I’m not working. I think it’s because my sweater is miles and miles away, stored away in a box, itching things around it, and not helping me write. I need to blame something.
NANO TOTAL: 7869 words.
NaBlo Day 11: Check.
Cat Killfoil 
What an ungrateful sweater! No wonder you’re struggling, you poor thing. Fancy a cuddle to stay warm?
You know I’m trying to do the same thing you are: post daily and write 50,000 words in November. Sadly I am falling down on the 50,000 words.
But! I am positive it is the fault of your missing sweater. That’s what’s going on for both of us.
Damn sweater.
my writing sweater is gray, too! it hasn’t been doing much for me lately, either.
That’s why people get these things, to have something to blame. I’m going to stick with that, since with my upcoming travel, it sounds severely like failure for this year…
Do you need someone to pick you up at the airport?!?!
was the writing sweater from a vintage store perhaps? maybe the sweater once belonged to jane austin or sylvia plath, and you were channeling their awesomeness?
Maybe it was once owned by M. Night Shyamalan, and now you’re cursed by it.