November hosts an evil little competition known as NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month. The goal is to write a novel of 50,000 words or more from scratch over the course of the month. I did it and won in 2012, but it ended up with me having a bad depressive spell in the following December. Tres weird for me, I tend to be happiest in the cold months!
As I had managed to do it and win it once, I decided I never need do it again. So apparently, I’m doing it again this year. Whups? A bit. I’m keeping pace nicely and am just shy of 9,000 words here on day five. I’m managing it pretty nicely without being a raging pain in the ass like I was last time. I think that I’ve continued to stretch a lot as a writer since that experience, so it’s an as imposing or stressful a thing to do (even doing it atop the 7,000-10,000 words a week I write normally).
I still have to be mindful though — what if this is hypomania again? I’ve already established that I’m not completely sure where I am on the spectrum, and I am seriously thinking of asking my psychiatrist to up my doses. I can’t even give a tangible reason why I want to ask her, just that i think it might be a good idea. We’re supposed to trust our instincts on this sort of stuff, right? My last psych was amenable to such last time I asked, so we’ll see. I’m not adverse to lowering it back down later if we see fit, but as I keep navigating through this postpartum thing… well.
One thing I have noticed though is I am absolutely terrible about making the blog rounds. Like, I have all these words and I am putting them out, and then I don’t have any energy to see what other people are up to properly. I can’t blame NaNo for that though; it’s been the case for a bit now. So if I’ve not popped in and said howdy, my apologies. Sometimes I’m reading things properly, sometimes I’m not. Not that I think any one here would hold that against me — we all have ups and downs, and even the good doesn’t come with a lot of spoons. And I do still clock things as good!