Holding My Hands Up

Yes. Mmmm. I have a confession to make.

That picture in the previous post? Pretend it's not there please. Actually, just disregard the whole post.

I can't speak to the road to Hell (although some may say different) but the last couple of days of October were filled with good intentions. And the last day was also filled with an absolutely stinking head cold. I tried, I really did, but I could only just get my head around words enough to manage at work - there was just no chance that I was going to be able to generate any kind of invention beyond that.

So I'll give up for another year. Good luck to everyone who has the creativity to press on with NaNoWriMo, whether they reach the end or not. Kudos.

Words are tricky things, sometimes. I don't think that people have a limitless supply of them in a set period of time. You have to let your Word Store get new stock. I guess that usually happens when we're asleep (don't ask about people who talk in their sleep - that blows the whole analogy out of the water) but maybe not so quickly when we're poorly. Fingers crossed that over the next few days my restocking will get quicker again.