I may have (foolishly) said that I was going to write a blog about my NaNoWriMo experience last month. I still might, but I can assure you that this post is not the post you are looking for. Well, if there truly is anyone looking for such a post, that is.
This is actually a post about why there hasn’t been such a post. I think. It may just be a post to ease myself back into some longer-form–and I mean longer form as something not longer than a short email or Tweet–writing. It really has been since that fateful day: November 29th, that I have written anything with substance.
I still cannot bring myself to open the NaNoWriMo file. That story of mine, that is just over 50,000 words. I have the post-NaNo blues, and I have it bad. To the point where, I think, these couple hundred words are the most that I have written. Anything I have written since has been counted by total characters.
It surprises me to be able to set to this task without my hands/brain rebelling. I guess I am making some headway. Though I doubt this headway will amount to much. I still don’t think that I can open that file and read what I have written it.
Sure it all seemed like a good idea while I was doing it. Now it feels like a digital abomination from the bowels of my mind. Mind bowels? Not a pleasant thought, and I am sorry I thought of it.
Give me some time, and I may warm to the idea of actually reliving NaNoWriMo. Not a day-to-day account, mind you. I don’t think I could actually remember in such detail. I obliterated some brain cells last Saturday as I turned 29. Ah, well!