life since NaNo

Who knew things would be so dull after the big push, the month-long all-consuming National Novel Writing Month? Yes, I wrote 50,000 words, so glad about that, but also:
I have post-NaNo blues.
And also a lot more time to read.





Who knew things would be so dull after the big push, the month-long all-consuming National Novel Writing Month? Yes, I wrote 50,000 words, so glad about that, but also:
I have post-NaNo blues.
And also a lot more time to read.
I'm a little bit word-ed out, so I hope you'll forgive me that I'm not producing an entire, coherent post today. But I did want to say:
Hurray, I did it!
I wrote 50,000 words in 29 days!
Monday, Monday, can't trust that day.
But yesterday's Monday turned out OK. Mostly because I received two messages, reinforcements, right on time.
First, a mermaid.
What a profound learning experience is this 30-straight days of writing 1,700 words a day! I am a little jealous of those people who are producing works of fiction from their neat (I imagine) little outlines. I, on the other hand, am hard at work in the mines of my own memory, my own experiences, spinning as fast as I can, straw into gold, Rumpelstiltskin impatiently keeping time.
On the other hand, though: gold.
Wait, did I already say that on Friday mornings, at 4:30am, I am so tired I can barely see straight?
It's true -- by the end of the week, my FYEE Wake-Up Time is totally kicking my ass, and I'm shuffling to the coffee maker, shuffling to my desk, waiting for the caffeine to help turn the lights on in my head.
But I do it anyway.