I haven’t even bothered to open Word and keep on writing for NaNoWriMo today…
I didn’t do it yesterday…
Or even the day before.
According to my rules that I had set for myself, if I miss out on three days of writing, I go for a 20 minute run.
Ugh. Fuck this shit.
I’m going at my own fucking pace.
I couldn’t give a flying fuck about finishing or reaching 50,000 words.
And yet I hate myself for being the lazy little shit that I’ve always been.