It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’ve been: regrouping | trying | struggling | deciding | thinking | debating | going | feeling | wondering | hoping
The last two weeks have been kind of fun. I’ve been: breaking | thinking | taking | getting | trying | listening | making | surprising | finding | eating
I thought that October was going to be busy, that there were a lot of things that would get in the way of my creative goals.
It turned out to be even busier than I expected: I’ve only had one full week without interruptions (even today they’re testing the fire alarms in my building, which is always a joy—that’s why I’m working on this blog post instead of fiction), I’ve had inconvenient (but not serious) health issues crop up, and it’s just been generally difficult to stay motivated.
But I did it.
It’s been a week since NaNoWriMo ended, and I haven’t looked at – haven’t even thought about – my draft since then.
That’s a good thing.
The last few weeks have been exhausting. Seriously. I’ve been: surviving | making | missing | enduring | looking | craving | going | feeling | collecting | wishing
I was this close to giving up on NaNo yesterday.
I had just under six thousand words to go. No problem: I had two days, and I’ve been hitting over 3000 words/day for the past week.
… and then the power went out.
That is the problem I’m having with NaNo this year, and the reason I’m thinking about maybe not doing it again next year: I’ve been writing at a pace that just isn’t sustainable for me. If I’d been able (or willing) to write every. single. day, I’d be fine, but… I can’t sustain that, either. I seem to be at my best writing around 2 hours or 2000 words a day – whichever comes first – and writing 4-5 days a week. More than that, and I start to risk burnout, and I don’t want to go down that road again.
I fell into a bit of a trap this week. It’s a familiar one for me, one I seem to stumble into every time I want to make a big change, whether it’s with writing, or photography, or getting organized, or (this time) setting goals.
I start to think that other people have the answers, and that if I just read enough books or articles or blog posts, I’ll eventually stumble onto the right one, the one that brings everything into focus.
It never happens.
The last two weeks have been kind of… meh. I’ve been: grumbling | reminding | resisting | testing | finalizing | running | accepting | trying | mourning | remembering
So. I’m still about 4000 words below where I ‘should’ be with this story.
But considering my slow start to the month, and the fact that I’ve been taking weekends off, that’s not terrible. I’ve been averaging about 2500 words a day; if I added one more short writing session every day, I could push that up to 3000 with no difficulty, and still only have to write Monday through Friday.
I’d rather not. I’d rather keep going the way I have been, and I do have a few things I’d like to do with my time besides write, but I could.