I had so many plans, so many thoughts so many reasons to not speak to friends and family while I was focusing on my work! My writing! My brilliance!
Which ended up being me, sitting and thinking, "Well, if I just look at this type of boot, maybe I'll find one I like," or "Sometimes watching multiple episodes of Psych is the best way to stimulate my creativity," or, more often than not, "Meh, I hate what I'm writing. Fuck this."
Writing is a bastard. Truly. It'll pull you in and sucker you into thinking that you can do this, it'll not only be cathartic but FUNSIES and so easy, you'll wonder why you aren't doing it ALL THE TIME.
You know why?
Because it's exhausting and sometimes really demoralizing.
This year, instead of lamenting my sad word count, I've opted to focus on the positive:
- I've had the opportunity to chat with and email with some really good writers who are interested in what I'm doing and who I find interesting.
- I've written. Not as much as I'd hoped, but some, and that's better than nothing.
- I've had mini-epiphanies. Those are so great, and I can't discount how important it is to just learn, sometimes, and that the simple act of HAVING an idea is good enough.
- I've actually completed NaNoWriMo before, so I can complete it again. Not this year, but maybe next year. Why not? Just because I didn't finish this time doesn't mean I'll never finish.
- I can continue to work on my story and it'll be fine, whether it's done in January or May. November is a bullshit month anyway.
What about you? Did you write? Are you still writing? Are we still friends?