As long as I can remember, since first learning how to put words together and make a sentence, and turn that sentence into a paragraph, and turn that paragraph into a page, and turn that page into a... well, you get the gist. Anyway, since that fateful day of realization, I have spent much of my life wanting to write a novel. Or at least... a story with a beginning, middle and end.
The problem is, I've been suffering from writer's block for years.
When I lost my job at the book store, I wanted to spend my days writing and trying to actually complete a story. But I could never seem to scratch that particular itch for reasons that remain beyond me even now.
But November is also the month of my husband's birth, and while I was already planning on participating in Nanowrimo, he has officially stated that what he wants for his birthday is for me to be writing a novel. No matter how horrible the plot, transparent the characters or weak-kneed the author, he wants me to be writing. So it serves as extra incentive for me.
And so, for the sake of my story-to-be, I'm going to have to abstain from my biggest vice... Gaia.
Don't worry! It's just for one month, and I'm considering it a sort of... mini hiatus. If I'm a good girl and get all my writing done for the day and have nothing else to do, I'll allow myself some gaia time. But I won't be online as much since I want to really submerge myself into whatever story pops out of my brain when I finally sit down and get to work tomorrow.
With that said, wish me luck!
I think I'm going to need it...
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