I concede defeat. I just don’t have it in me to finish this little project. Another failed Camp NaNoWriMo is under my belt. Now realistically, I have more than enough time to make it to the end. I showed a lot of promise at the beginning of the month, but now I’m limping towards an ending that should have happened about a thousand words ago. It ain’t gonna happen.

I’m alright with that, though I know I shouldn’t be. I’m all mojo’d out for some inexplicable reason. I hate losing my mojo. Maybe I lost my muse. I’ll check with Craigslist or Ebay and see if I can buy a new one. I’d settle with a gently used muse.