Today is day one of NaNoWriMo, and I'm stuck. I had several ideas floating around in my head yesterday, and I was ready to hit the keys running as soon as the clock struck midnight. By 10pm I was completely exhausted from a particularly rough day with the toddler, and decided to start my writing after a good night's sleep and a morning workout on the exercise bike.
I slept well. I worked out well. I even drove to the library where I could sit alone and focus on the task at hand, leaving the toddler to torment his father for the afternoon.
I've written one page of something that may or may not qualify as some sort of weird internal dialogue. I'm fairly convinced that the second I sat down in this seat and opened my computer, my brain gave me the finger and said "Peace out!"
So, what now? I am scouring my thoughts and trying desperately to come up with something that might be worthy of 30 days' attention, but the problem is my head feels completely empty. It's a little terrifying, actually, because I can't even find the motivation to work on some of my old stuff. Zero ideas. Old or new. NOTHING.
This isn't good. I think maybe I'll check out some library books and do some reading at home. Maybe that will help jump start my motivation and I can get something accomplished...
Fuck.
