Nanowrimo Day 8
Current word count: 12,180
The first week of National Novel Writing Month is in the bag, and somehow I am still alive and still writing.
I knew it would be a challenge, making time for everything I have committed to this month. So I’m not surprised I’m already showing some frays at the edges. I will probably have to hold it together by shear force of will by the end. I feel as thought I should apologize to my friends and family while I still have the mental awareness.
Sorry in advance if I neglect, avoid, and/or yell at you over the next three weeks. Please forgive me when I morph into a sobbing pile of hormones and emotion. Over and over again.
The writing is going all right, though. Time constraints as they are, I have still found time to write at least a few hundred words each day, and it hadn’t been too difficult. I’m not all that engaged with my story, but I don’t passionately hate it like I have some years. When I do write, it’s not a struggle. I don’t dread the actual act of writing, just the trying to find the time.
It’s a strange NaNo for me. And perhaps it will get worse (or better) as the month wears on. Mostly, though, I’m just going through the motions of being a writer. I don’t have the time or brain power to fully commit to it, but as long as I work on my writing practice, I will still have a novel to show for it at the end.
And I wouldn’t miss hanging out with my writing family this much for the world. The write-ins have been fun, the kickoffs were insane and awesome, the chatroom is hopping, and I have a ton of newbies who seem like amazing folks that I hope will join the family when it’s all over.
I have pep talks to write, events to RSVP for, forum posts to keep updated, and words to write so I don’t shame myself in front of my region, on top of homework assignments for my last editing class and an editing internship, but it’s all a fun kind of busy.
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