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Monday, 15 October 2012 09:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
yatiSomeone asked whether I'll be doing Nanowrimo this year. I said, "It's only in November."
The reply: "Yes, that's two weeks away!"
Me: ". . . Oh."
OctoberNovemberDecember has somehow melded into one long stretch in my mind these last few years. Too busy, no time for myself. Too much work. Too unhappy, perhaps.
Nanowrimo has never been one of those things that I get into, thinking, "oh, I'll definitely hit the target this year!" I'm not really sure why I seem to think it's insurmountable. Fifty thousand words, you hack at it bit by bit, you'll get there eventually, right? Though perhaps that's the problem. I'm too stuck on the idea of 1,700 words a day to see the bigger picture.
I should give it a real go, one of these years. Maybe next year is the year. Or perhaps it was last year.
The reply: "Yes, that's two weeks away!"
Me: ". . . Oh."
OctoberNovemberDecember has somehow melded into one long stretch in my mind these last few years. Too busy, no time for myself. Too much work. Too unhappy, perhaps.
Nanowrimo has never been one of those things that I get into, thinking, "oh, I'll definitely hit the target this year!" I'm not really sure why I seem to think it's insurmountable. Fifty thousand words, you hack at it bit by bit, you'll get there eventually, right? Though perhaps that's the problem. I'm too stuck on the idea of 1,700 words a day to see the bigger picture.
I should give it a real go, one of these years. Maybe next year is the year. Or perhaps it was last year.
