This crazy girl has decided in the month of November, she will participate in National Novel Writing Month! Found only at nanowrimo.org!
A brief overview of NaNoWriMo -- we insane writers attempt to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days!
This is Day 10 and I am above word count, scoring a tally of 22662 words!
Artist report: caffeine content unmentionable, e-cigarette tally...unknown, and sleep deprivation on an all time high!
Also, I must finish. It's not an option anymore. It's okay that I'm losing my mind, have weird conversations with myself at all hours of the night and having very vivid dreams about growing a second ear which detaches and is then dissected only to wake up and find a bug has bitten me in the exact spot where I had the dream!!! Other than that, I must finish because I have never properly finished anything with my writing. This draft is complete shit. Like all first drafts, it will remain that way until I am finished and I shall not look back over my work and edit until I have finished the month.
I will celebrate when I finish, probably with copious amounts of alcohol. Then, in December, I will get very, very, VERY drunk and read through my awful first draft. I will probably cry a great deal. Then I pull on my big girl panties (or do it nude...) and edit the shit out of my work until I'm ready to send it off to a publisher.
I do all this because I love to write. I love the feverish quality my life takes when I write. I love how excited I am about everything and everyone when I write. My life isn't in some deep, dark whole of normality while I'm writing. I am a chaotic goddess of imagination, quirkiness and ambition. Yes, there will be dark, deep pits of despair with writing. That is life, unfortunately. But at least I will not be trapped in my own mind, dragging myself into the pits of despair with every fading molecule of creativity ever bestowed upon me.
NO! I will go forth and grab all the creativity and push it out of my brain onto the page and call it art.
FUCK YOU NORMALITY!