NaNo Blues

I seem to be charting my NaNo experience in poetry this year:

NaNo Blues

Struggling to find words

To put to paper.

Nothing comes to mind,

And I stare at blank

Pages, my hands hesitating

Above the keys, dirty

With crumbs from the biscuits

I have consumed in the attempt

To find some words

To put to the page

And I’m still sat there,

With nothing to say,

Wondering why the elaborate

Chapter plan I made has let me

Down only eleven days in. 



Although I did hit 30k somehow earlier, so am chuffed with that. Just disheartened with my story at the moment.