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To say I've been distracted lately would be something of an understatement.
Those few of you who regularly read my journal will have noticed its absence of late. I thought I had decided to put it to bed for good so that I could concentrate entirely on my new business, but as it turns out, I don't concentrate on solely one thing very well. It's not good for my mental well-being, either.
I ran across nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month) last year or the year before and thought it was an interesting idea, but I never really considered taking the challenge until now.
When I signed up this year, my thinking was that now I have more time than before - I can do it now. But since going full-time on my own as an independent translator, I realize that isn't really the case. A more accurate assessment is that I can make my own schedule. And since I've been known to stay up till 3 AM or later (earlier) to work on projects I actually care about, it turns out that it still works out rather well this year.
So nanowrimo is on. I've talked the talk; now it's time to walk the walk.
In my classic writing form, I have been actively blocking this endeavor from my conscious mind. Naturally - thinking about it certainly won't help. Better to just squint and stumble blindly forward. Easier.
This journal is not intended to continue in as long-winded a fashion as this entry; I need to spend that potential time writing novel words. With a goal of 50,000 words by November 30th, I need to create 1666.6666666666666666666666666667 words per day.
Piece of cake.
Right?
