Though the lack of energy and sheer don't wanna I am fighting is saying I really shouldn't have. Last year had extenuating circumstances to keep me from trying but really, my last several NaNo attempts, though "successful", were fairly joyless slogs and maybe I should just stop. I don't like thinking that I only had about five novels in me, and not even completed ones, but maybe that's just it. I still generate characters at the drop of a hat, at least when not in the worst of my emotional lows, but they don't seem to have stories attached.

Anyway, I finally started to get a handle on this year. Not a great one, but I knocked around the edges, flipped things over and inside out then shook it until I might have found a point to grab and start hauling in the direction of a plot. So of course my hands have chosen now to start aching like hell when I type.