Burnt

The NaNoWriMo project's been going ok - I'm still on pace to finiah early, but yesterday I only wrote about 700 words, and I wrote absolutely nothing today. Friday, I realized that the combination of doing NaNoWriMo and having a job where these days all I do is write is causing me to essentially burn out.

Basically, I'd get up, go to work, write for between eight and nine hours, then come home, eat, and write for another two, in a completely different style, in a completely different universe. I thought maybe the distinction would be enough to keep them from piling up on each other, but Friday morning, I went in to work and wanted to do just about anything other than write anything. I had no ideas. I couldn't get into the right mindset.

I spent about five hours doing something that normally takes me between two and three, then spent the rest of the day plus an extra two hours trying to deal with assorted other crap.

I think the story's ok - it's not really good by any stretch, but there's potential there. The book so far's a lot of anecdotes, and rantings - if the pace were really radically tightened up, I feel like the story, as a whole, has some potential. I certainly haven't read anything like it before (that's not to say it's some work of genius - holy crap, it's not - it's just different).

Anyway. Hopefully I'll get back on the horse tomorrow, but today, I'm just relishing a day where the only thing I've written all day is this.