November is important for three reasons: 1) I was born this month a couple years ago, 2) Thanksgiving, and 3) NaNoWriMo, which stands for National Novel Writing Month. This is the month in which thousands of people all over the country endeavor to do the impossible: write a novel in a month. More specifically, write 50,000 words of a novel in a month. I’ve done this personal competition for the past four years, and it just felt wrong to me to forgo the pleasure of wasting so much time over a plot that I would never actually finish.
But alas, yet again, I was dumb.
I’ve completed the amount of words one is supposed to write in one day in four, which means that at the very least, I’ll reach 15k. Which, you know, is not too bad. Better than last year when I literally only wrote five pages of my story. Well then, if it’s possible to just slack of and do it for the heck of it, why am I so determined to win this year of all years?
Remember when I said that creativity is addicting? It also serves as a fantastic procrastination tool, and while I don’t want to figure out how fractional planes move across a lattice structure to the surface of a crystal, I can always return to my story and simply focus on something else. After all, I’m quite fond of this year’s idea, as it’s my most plausible one yet. I don’t claim to be a writer, though I enjoy pretending to be one, and quite honestly it’s one of the few times I can do whatever I want.
If it’s not obvious yet, I’m chafing under this new “college” thing. Not exactly my cup of tea. But alas, a lack, and I have no time nor reason to complain. I’m not the only one in this mess, and I’ve gotta buck up and keep moving just like everyone else.
So if that’s true, why do I still feel so alone?
Lesson #42: Introspective musings always make good summaries