Procrastination

So.
I have the story. I have the plot, the characters.
I mostly know what I am supposed to write.
And yet here I am.
Struggling to put one word in front of the other.
My brain keeps slipping away, unable to focus.
I have trouble visualizing scenes, finding a rhythm in the dialogues.
And it's frustrating.
I am constantly behind on my word count, but I can't seem to be able to get my brain to just
focus.
Stray thoughts, teeth rattling,
I hate when I am there.
Where's the hyper fixation when I need it? 

Nanowrimo

So this happened.

And the spell was broken

I finished the Nanowrimo.
I finished the Nano and I am still sane (sort of).
I finished the Nano and I still have a job, a flat, a brain and a sweet monster:
I finished the Nano and my head is full of new ideas.

I FINISHED THE NANOWRIMO!

It is even more enjoyable that till now I only finished the Nano every other year. So with this one, I finished it two years in a row, making it my 4th finished Nano out of 7started.

And that feels great.

Under the night sky

Deep inside
Where feelings crawl and time is irrelevant

Things move in the dark, waiting for their time to come

A light shines somewhere above but never reaches the deeps

Monsters, born from pain screech

Walk along the path

Between the trees

Night is above

Your footsteps muted by the grass

The soil is rich and the night is long

The path is endless and full of wonders

Shadows move somewhere

But they do not scare you

Walk the path

Toward unknown trails and forgotten roads

One step at a time,

For it is the only thing to do.

Nanowrimo, or how to die of a writting overdose

I am a nanowritter
that has nothing to do with nanotechnologies or any smally-small thing:
The NanoWrimo is the National Nover Writing Month.
well, it is intenational but Ianowrimo doesn't sound as cool as Nanowrimo does.
It is a writting challenge: Write 50 000 word in one and only month. (which implies a daily ratio of 1667 word a day.)

No matter the style, the language or the litterrary genre. You only have to write 50 000 damn words.

The first year, I gave up before the 25 000 words. But last year, I made it! I wrote 65000 word in a month, and that was only the begining. It finaly became a novel, counting 148 pages (127 words

I'm probably going to die of exhaution.

Let's face it.
I'm too busy.
I mean waaaaaaaaay too busy: there's my job, and my master degree, and my bachelor degree, and I'm writing a novel, and I take rhythmic gymnastics classe twice a week, and ballet class once a week.

I love to be active, but I must admit that there are day when the morning alarm feels like it wants me dead.
Like this morning! I didnt stay up late at night yesterday. I was under the blanquet just a few minutes past midnight. and this morning, when the alarm started to ring (at 6:50) I thought i only had slept a couple of hours!
How is it possible?! I mean, If there is one thing I don't mess up with, it's sleeping.
I've suffered of terrible insomnias for so many years that now that I'm able to sleep, I sleep every night, and never less than 6 hours.
But these days, even 7 hours are not enough. I feel like and old rag.

I'm sort of a control freak. I rule my days like a tyran to be sure that every minute I'm awake is efficiently used. I don't like to feel useless.
But God! How am I supposed to be all active and smilling if I feel like I'm going to fell asleep on my keyboars!