Writing

So far, I am a failure. I managed 1000 or so words for NaNoWriMo, and then decided I hated my plot. I haven’t been able to get back on track, and it’s killing me.

As much as I loved the idea of writing a novel, I don’t know if I can. Or if I want to.

I think I may have to switch gears and write something about middle-schoolers, writing, learning, or thinking–and ways all of that can come together. But, as I’ve said so many times recently, failure isn’t all bad, is it? We can learn from our failures if we reflect on them.

At this point, I am still swirling around in the mud. As soon as I come up for air, I’ll see if I can regain my focus and figure out what my problem is.