My skills at math - even very basic math are not what they could be. My father always wanted my brother and I to be engineers but I knew from a very young age that vocation was not for me. My brother on the other hand always pretended to have an interest in our father's profession and that's why he became a stage manager.
I woke up Friday morning and ran to the computer to tabulate the number of words I had written all month. There was a certain amount of pressure involved since my wife had uploaded her 50,000 word novel the night before. It was with confidence that I sat down at the laptop sure that the only thing I had to do that day was to transcribe a few thousand words and presto! I'd be done. After adding up the columns of numbers, I discovered that I only had written 43,000. Three times I added and got the same result. What's the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result!
Fourteen hours later, a writing/transcribing session peppered with every excuse not to write ended. I had to make more coffee. Step outside to see if the city had plowed our street. Had a nap. Make a pot of slow cooker soup. Iron a shirt. Have two showers to loosen up the neck muscles. All told, I probably spent less than half of those 14 hours actually working.
When all the typed pages were uploaded to the NaNoWriMo site and run through their word counter, it was with dismay that I discovered that there were over 57,000 words written. While I should have been elated at such productivity, I was too worn out to feel like celebrating. Maybe I had so much difficulty writing all day because my subconscious was trying to tell me that I'd already completed what I had set out to do on November 1st.
|Over did it a bit|