I'm managing to keep up, but that's about it. My storytelling isn't very impressive this month, though I have come up with some interesting insights into my motivation and psyche in regards to the writing. I've also managed to keep up with my monthly reading challenge, although probably to the detriment of my writing.
And it's true what they say. To write, you just need to do it. Daily. Even when the words come slowly and even when they're accompanied by much hair-pulling and trips to the kitchen for more coffee.
After a week and a half of very odd energy circling around me, I finally figured out that my problems were the result of medication maintenance and have gotten things back under control. I think. It's hard to cope when your brain is in another world.
All the introspection I've been doing lately has me wondering about life lessons, and what are the lessons that I'm supposed to be learning now? If only I could identify those, I could work to learn those lessons and move on from there. Where's my handbook? That would certainly make my life so much easier, but maybe the struggling to figure out the question is part of the answer. It's like the first day of class, when they pass out the syllabus that lists the topics to be discussed and tells you when the tests will be. I look at my neighbors' copies sitting on either side of me and realize that the syllabus I have is for a completely different class!
Five days left for NaNo. My fingertips are sore from all the typing I've been doing. Must. Keep. Writing...