Apologies go out to my man Austintatious for saying I'd do National Novel Writing Month for him this year. The goal is supposed to be 30,000 words by the end of the month and after 22 days my word count stands at 4,928, far short of where I should be. My idea was to track my progress on my Twitter, but even that stays mostly incomplete.
Looks like the only thing left to do is just keep working on my story for its own sake. I kind of like where it's at now anyway. Maybe this means I can finally accept myself for the writer that I am, totally incapable of churning out the words unless I feel like it. Which I guess means I'm not a real writer. It's just another thing that I dabble in. Kind of like blogging and music and reading books and basketball and most other things I've ever tried in life. It's a hobby.
Gotta keep working on it anyway. Not much else I can do.