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Still a good 66% behind where my total word-count should be for National Novel Writing Month.
But as of today, if I keep writing 1,915 words each and every day, I should finish on time. And at today's cozy & supportive Write-In for the London NaNo-ers, I wrote 1,945 without even thinking about it; amazing what two mini word-wars can do.
This is about the only activity nowadays that makes me feel that the time I spend is worthwhile, is accomplishing something, is not in any way letting anybody down. I recognize that the previous statement is a full red-alert that all is not well in the brainy-bits where my bouts of depression retreat only to resurge with a vengeance... it has been a rough autumn, and I have not been helping myself out of the rough patches as much as I could have been. My NaNo is a project that has been near & dear to me for several years, at once the symbol of hope for my creative energies and the embodiment of their strangulation. I think that if I can wring 50,000 words from myself and give the story a fighting chance, then I can give myself and the people I care about the attention that's been lacking for too long now. It's a rather arbitrary and absurd talisman of hope & renewal & shit, but it serves.
Not that I'll go throw myself into the Thames or anything silly like that if I don't hit the 50k mark, of course. It's freezing in there, and there are probably river monsters. The swans definitely count as unnatural hellbeasts.
But as of today, if I keep writing 1,915 words each and every day, I should finish on time. And at today's cozy & supportive Write-In for the London NaNo-ers, I wrote 1,945 without even thinking about it; amazing what two mini word-wars can do.
This is about the only activity nowadays that makes me feel that the time I spend is worthwhile, is accomplishing something, is not in any way letting anybody down. I recognize that the previous statement is a full red-alert that all is not well in the brainy-bits where my bouts of depression retreat only to resurge with a vengeance... it has been a rough autumn, and I have not been helping myself out of the rough patches as much as I could have been. My NaNo is a project that has been near & dear to me for several years, at once the symbol of hope for my creative energies and the embodiment of their strangulation. I think that if I can wring 50,000 words from myself and give the story a fighting chance, then I can give myself and the people I care about the attention that's been lacking for too long now. It's a rather arbitrary and absurd talisman of hope & renewal & shit, but it serves.
Not that I'll go throw myself into the Thames or anything silly like that if I don't hit the 50k mark, of course. It's freezing in there, and there are probably river monsters. The swans definitely count as unnatural hellbeasts.