I got about 60 pages into my nanowrimo entry before giving up.
There were several factors. Not getting the pages up and formatted, for example. If I had them up and someone had read them, I probably would’ve gone on in spite of it all. But nobody read even the opening page. Boo-hoo.
No, no, you all have lives, more or less. And it’s okay. The main problem is that it wasn’t very good. I could easily finish the book even now. But it’s unpleasant to do bad work. I think I will put up some other writings later, however. Maybe, if I can get my chops up by next nanowrimo, I’ll take another swing at Taylon.
The actual writing was enjoyable. Which probably means I was doing it wrong.