Day 26th of NaNoWriMo -- I have now entered the Death Zone as I prepare for the final summit attempt...exhaustion has set in, the air is hard to breathe, and I'm wondering if it's even possible to go the distance at this point.
It's fear and doubt now that taunts me, creating resistance...and thus writer's block. The first 42000 words were nothing compared to the last 8000...It's because I'm running on fumes now, my thoughts cloudy, my judgment compromised, my commitment waning...there are too many distractions -- mainly Thanksgiving, chronic pain, and now that onset of a cold.
But I will continue to climb this mountain and see how far I can get. I may not make it to the top, but I am not prepared to turn back yet. Onward and upward, one step at a time, one word at a time.