Yesterday I was sitting at my computer cuddling a rat, playing on Facebook, and working my way through the two weekly blog hops, and out of nowhere I had a mild anxiety attack.
Because I have no idea what I’m going to write for NaNoWriMo in November.
(Yes, I am aware that it’s only March.)
I have no idea why that suddenly seemed panic-worthy.
I mean, it’s not like I don’t have a plot bunny breeding facility in my brain.
And it’s not like they don’t start multiplying faster than Tribbles on fertility meds as November approaches. (The last two weeks of October seem to be the prime Plot Bunny birthing season.)
And it’s not like I don’t have enough WiPs to keep me busy for years…
And maybe that’s the problem.
I have so many works in progress that it almost seems like I don’t have room for new projects.
Or maybe I’m just feeling like maybe I should finish some of them. (“Finish”? Did I really just use “the ‘f’ word” in a blog post?)
I don’t know, but, seriously, I’m panicking about November when I haven’t even started April’s Camp, let alone July’s?
I mean, I know what I’m writing for April, but I’m not panicking over July. Nope. I went straight to November.
Maybe because July is a Camp and I tend to be a rebel during Camp and work on existing manuscripts.
I suppose November could be the beginnings of a sequel to Song and Sword or Sanguine. That would solve the crisis and I know there are a couple people who want to see a sequel to Song and Sword.