This mornings NaNoWriMo writing went exceptionally well, with 3066 in words today, giving me a total of 33468 words written for the NaNo event so far. And I still plenty of days to be writing more. I wont stop at just the 50k goal, because my work would go unfinished, I imagine.
Now, on to NaBloPoMo
Nov. 14: What was it like to be you in 2016?
What was it like to be me in 2016? Who on Earth would want to put themselves in that place would be a better question to ask.
My highs and lows were drastic. I mean, when in a manic high phase, I could not sit still, I could not feel anything, and I did the most outrageously stupid things. I cut and cut, got stitches and stitches, all to reach a place that was unobtainable.
My lows were just as bad; just add in not wanting to get out of bed unless absolutely necessary.
Readjustments of meds abound.
My brain had 1001 tabs open and I couldn’t close any of them or make them go away. Insomnia ruled (and still does) me.
2016 seemed like a pretty bleak year looking back on it, but there were highlights that made some of the bleakness seem not so bad. My child is happy, my cats are happy.
My writing had its ups and downs. Sales on my first book are way down, but I am hoping that when I release Book Two, sales will pick up again.
I got out of the comfort zone of my locations and broadened it. I have met, and even spoken publicly to a semi-large group of people. Just getting me out of the house a few years ago, fighting agoraphobia, I would say I have come a long way.
November and NaNoWriMo always invigorates me, though December has me crashing down once again, so I am preparing for that, and thinking of things that will stave that off.
Its not so bad, being me, at times. The secret is in how well you can hide your crazy.