NaNo has eaten my soul

This is more proof of my inability to stay with one thing for too long. NaNo started off great, as of yesterday I was a few hundred words ahead of scheduel - which was good. I was flying. My plot was flying. This was going to easy.

I was going to win this.

But then came the part where I had to describe the setting of the novel, cause if I didn't much of the stuff I had already said wouldn't make sense. I wrote and re wrote that damn scene so many times I think my brain might have stopped working. And each time I wrote it I realized how completely impossible my setting was. My science brain decided to take over and criticize everything I wrote.

How would it revolve around a sun if it's so small - would a day be really long? Like a year long? How does it have two moons if it's the size of an island? Why are there polyurethane trees? Where the hell did those come from!?

So my plot decided to stop working for me. It made sense at first, but when it got down to the nitty gritty details I was in the middle of a bird infested forest with no more bread crumbs and those damn crows ate my trail.

That's how lost I was.

That's how lost my plot was.

I'm stuck and I'm 5000 words into the novel. As of today I am 4 days behind. Do you want to know how horribly behind that is? 1667*4 -- 6668 words. That'a a lot of words and I'm behind.

My plot has changed to steampunk-ish. I don't know how to write steampunk. I'm screwed. Thankfully I have a whole weekend to work on my 6668 word gap.

UGH.

wish me luck.

NaNo is way harder than I thought it was.