In a testimony to the absolute mayhem that is November as a noveling college student, I just realized today that I have completely neglected my customary NaNoWriMo updates. Usually, I try to sum up each week as it passes, but now we’re entering week four, so I’ll have to sum up the whole month. Here it is in two sentence fragments (my inner editor isn’t around, so I couldn’t make them proper sentences): hardest month of my life. Most rewarding month of my life. Adding NaNoWriMo on top of college is like adding a bag of bowling balls to a metric ton of bricks. It seems like an impossible load, but then you discover that you are, in fact, the Incredible Hulk, and you turn green and your shirt breaks and you jump over a mountain range and carry the bricks and bowling balls all the way to Venus. Okay, so maybe it’s not that drastic, but it is a challenge, it is exhilarating, and it is one of the greatest feelings in the world to push through it. I’ve got a huge amount of work to do to make this happen, but I’m not giving up, and when the 30th comes I expect to boast a purple progress bar and break into a joyously incoherent bout of shouting, followed by an even more joyous, slightly more coherent post detailing the final stretch. Either that or I’ll just sleep like a normal person.
No. Sleep is for December. For that matter, so is a social life and use of the internet. My calendar says it’s time to write. I’ll see you in a week.