I’ve been asking myself this question a lot lately. It’s not as if I get paid for it, have to do it, or can’t write unless I do it in a frenzied way. And really my world will still be intact if I don’t do it.
So…
Why…
Am…
I….
Stressing myself so flippin’ much about it?
Answer:
I. Don’t. Know.
Really, I’m not sure why I’m putting so much pressure on myself to hit the 50,000 word mark. Maybe I’m just not into nanowrimo this year. And that – I’m realizing – is fine.
As long as I have my own goal for writing and I meet that goal than, I’m good.
Another answer is that I think it’s like a Thanksgiving dinner situation. I’ve put too much on my plate and there is no way I can effectively finish all of it without feeling stressed in some way. Of course at dinner it would be my pants feeling the stress, but I think you figured that out already. 😉
Think with your heart, understand with your mind and remember to play like your five again. Â Have a great day.