15 minutes. Need to get there on time. I walked quickly down the street. I had to get to work on time. That was all that mattered each and every day. Didn’t she understand that? My father did. I glanced at my watch with its gold plated face and simple black band. 14 minutes, now.
I know it’s a bit late to write an update. I’m afraid that I let my insecurities get the best of me. I got up to 28,00 words, and I promptly stopped from working on it anymore. There was this sudden urge to go back and rewrite my words. I was embarrassed at some of what I had written, even though the whole point of NaNo is to just write and edit later. The other part of me became confused at where I wanted to take the rest of the story. (I had an outline!) It was a good experience at first, but I psyched myself out of finishing it. That wasn’t a pleasant feeling.
I am glad for what I did accomplish. I hope to continue to finish this particular book and to not let those doubts stop me from moving forward.