Is anyone else out there a little bit obsessed by their story? Their word count?
Am I the only one who was to wrestle her characters in the corner of her brain so I can work?
This first experience with NaNoWriMo seems to teach me about obsession. I’ve labelled myself “writeaholic” for some time now but as I blaze pass the 60k mark for my NaNoWriMo project (and realize it will probably end at around 80k so it’s a good thing I have other projects outlined and ready to go), I notice that, if at all possible, the addiction I felt all my life is heightened by the NaNoWriMo frenzy.
When I take two seconds to look at myself, I realize this crazy writing schedule weaved through an already charged life wouldn’t be healthy on the long run. But for one month, I can handle it. I can indulge in the madness and milk the addiction for all its worth. It’s an occasion for me to see how far I can push and still be happy with what I write.
So far, it’s going great. I’m happy with my pace and with the resulting pages.
Now I can only hope I can still successfully quiet the little voice in my head saying “just another k” when bedtime arrives.
Happy mid-NaNo day everybody! *writerly war cry*