Writing is hard work. It can be harder for different people. I know Aaron writes every day during the week, or tries to. I know some of my friends write a few times a week. I know some people who only write during NaNo. And that’s okay.

Me? I am not to sure why I don’t write everyday. I enjoy it, despite it being hard for me. Is it because I have a hard time keeping myself focused, a bit of the ‘ooh.. shiny’ syndrome? Maybe it’s b/c of the fact that I had ADD? Or maybe it’s because I let myself get distracted?

Either way, I haven’t worked on the story for more than a handful of weeks. I feel guilty.

So, I sat down yesterday and finished chapter six. The sense of accomplishment I felt was good. It felt nice. I felt like I was finally getting somewhere. Though, I found chapter six less hard than the previous. Chapter five was seriously near-impossible to finish.

I went to my first NaNo meet this year, as I ended up missing the first one due to my going off to Winnipeg to go see my family for my birthday. It was nice seeing everybody again. I felt a bit awkward, as a lot of them really don’t know me. I’ve also changed since they last saw me. I’ve changed so much, even in the last two months alone! I tried to chat, but my social awkwardness made it difficult. I’ll have to work on that a bit more.

Despite that, I did have fun. I showed Xanateria my first two chapters. She said that she was hooked and that she wanted to read more. Unfortunately for her, I had to pack up and leave. I had a hot date with the snarky and sarcastic Proopdawg and the boys. The look on her face was priceless. Though, I did tell her it was up on my site.

I’m going to make it a point to write for at least one hour every day, from here on it. We’ll see how that goes…