And now, five days later, I can't seem to garner enough enthusiasm to get up from the couch, let alone write.
My sense of achievement deflated like... Dammit, I can't even come up with a half-decent simile. That's how deflated I am. But I don't know why, and that bothers me.
True, although I did reach the NaNo finish line of 50K, I did fall way short of my 75K self-imposed goal. I also missed my Novel #1 editing deadline by over a month (and counting). I have a series of four short stories due by next week that I haven't even begun working on. The house is falling to pieces under the three-inch layer of dust that gathered during November. During November I had an excuse--adding up them words--but now I don't, and I still can't seem to locate the energy.
What's wrong with me? More importantly, how do I fix it?