November is Coming...

...and that means it's supposed to be the time to crack down on some writing.

My passion has fallen by the wayside for the past few months. I've found myself in a deep rut between being busy with work, family, and being smacked at by the darkness. I feel not good enough, like I don't have time, like I'm never going to amount to anything, so why keep writing?

Ah, because it's always been my drug. My way to escape. My way to express.

That being said, November is coming and with it, NaNoWriMo. I'm hoping that my schedule will finally settle, now that the weather is getting perpetually crappier and things are settling into a rhythm at work again.

I'm not going to set the bar unspeakably high. I have to do something I can attain myself with no outside motivation. So a page a day. That will be my goal. I know that I'll skip it many days, because my shadows are stronger than my light. But if I can write a couple pages a week, I'll consider that a success.

Maybe I'll even post a little on here.

Cheers.