Sunday, Nov 1: I wrote almost 6,300 words today. Yay for a strong start!
Monday, Nov 2: Yesterday I wrote 6,300 words of total crap. I don’t know my own protagonist. It’s crap! Total crap!
*goes for run. Remembers what editing is for.*
Ok. I’ve got this.
*writes 7,000 words*
Tuesday, Nov 3: I set my alarm an hour early to give myself time to write before work. Today is one of the most contentious US presidential elections in history. Why did I think I wanted to experience more of today than I have to?
Wednesday, Nov 4: Hello, this is your anxiety brain speaking. You still don’t know the results of the US presidential election. Therefore, I will be running all functions not related to work. Good luck writing, sucker!
Thursday, Nov 5:
Suzanne: Look, anxiety brain, I know we still don’t have election results but you need to back up off.
Anxiety brain: OK. Just, do me one favor first.
Suzanne: Sigh. Fine.
Anxiety brain: refresh the map on your phone.
Suzanne: What? Did the count change? Do we know who won? Oh no. What if it came out the wrong way? My heart’s beating too fast, my stomach feels weird, I…I see what you did there.
Anxiety brain: haha, I got you good! And you thought you could write today.
Friday, Nov 6:
I have the day off. I am going to write. I am going to ignore social media. I am going to write, and exercise and delve so deep into my novel that I forget about anxiety brain. That will work, right?
*Writes 9,300 words*
Spoilers: writing worked as anxiety control when I was writing, but you can’t do that all day. You have to, you know, eat and stuff.
Saturday, Nov 7:
Today I am going to run errands and interface with friends and family (via phone and sitting six feet away outside). I’ll still have some writing time, enough for 3-4k words. Wait…why is my phone exploding with texts. Did they call the election?
*Texts all the people*
*Writes 2,200 words*
All and all, I’m fairly happy with how this week went. That I was able to write anything the week of the Presidential election feels like a win. However, my writing stats do underscore how much I am influenced by my environment. This probably lends evidence to the some arguments about how culture influences art, but my brain is too fried with NaNo words to make them. To all those writing, keep going!