I’m still writing.
That’s the important thing.
But . . . man did I take a few hits this week.
Hit #1 – Saturday
I smacked right into another logistics question about a location. Basically, once again, I didn’t thoroughly plot out the floor plan for one setting. Not because I didn’t realize I should, but because Past Louis thought that Present Louis would have fun designing that setting in prose.
. . . Nope.
Dear Past Me,
Never again with that shit, please.
Seriously, any logistical worldbuilding I have to do while writing the novel absolutely destroys my flow.
I got back on track by Sunday, but spending Saturday fumbling with set design sapped an entire day’s worth of Write Energy.
Hit #2 – Tuesday
I have to set this up by admitting that, on Monday, I made the total, honest mistake of just taking a day off. That was my bad; I had a rule in week one that I’d save days off for when something really, really wasn’t working, not for leisure.
But I was exhausted from Saturday and Sunday’s bullshit, so I took Monday off.
And then Tuesday hit amazingly hard.
Not writer’s block, but pure, genuine depression stemming from my personal life.
And, of course, I am aware that personal drama can significantly influence my writing–in fact, my entire writing career is about five years behind because of how often depression dominates my time. I have experience with it–I’m almost used to it–but something that had been building all weekend hit extremely hard on Tuesday and I spent . . . about 98% of the day in bed, staring at the ceiling. If you’ve dealt with genuine depression, you know what I mean.
Here’s the good thing though: I still wrote on Tuesday. 1000 words, belted out in the remaining 2% of the day. Which is as good a test as any for my process; if I wrote on Tuesday, I can write on pretty much any day.
And that’s going to be my approach going forward: I’m upping my daily quota to 2,000 words (because I can get to 2,000 pretty easily and 1,666 isn’t going to cut it with the way I’ve wound up writing this draft) and I’m writing every day unless I am genuinely unable.
I have a lot of catching up to do, but even if I finish 50,000 words by July 31st, the stone cold truth is Memory won’t be done by the end of Camp NaNoWriMo regardless. At 18,323 words, I only just got to Chapter 6 out of 21.
That means–with some quick, terrible math–that from here, there’s roughly 50,000 left to go.
I’m going to do my best to keep at it, and hope that nothing terrible happens in the next few weeks.
And I’m also going to end this post here.
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But either way, take care, and stay hydrated, especially if you’re drinking tonight–like I am.