Today is a Sunday in March.
And every word I write makes me wanna cry all the sadness in the world.
Continuer la lecture de « Diary of a writing project. Day 175: Bright sunshine, yummy Spring – seven of fourteen – »Now is really not the time for a writing meltdown!
Is it the over-tiredness? Is it the sun, rising so beautiful that it seems nothing can no longer be beautiful?
Or the gigantic pandemic going the size of titans?
Today is a Sunday in March.
And every word I write makes me wanna cry all the sadness in the world.
Continuer la lecture de « Diary of a writing project. Day 175: Bright sunshine, yummy Spring – seven of fourteen – »Sleep has been escaping me. For SURE, I’m one of the many, many, many in this anxiety-inducing pandemic half-insomnia situation.
Two authors were talking about NaNoWriMo.
(In a video, via StreamYard, months ago; I find it weird now to watch something filmed before even the start of the whole pandemic. You?)
The now famous National Novel Writing Month, first founded in 1999 in the United State, is a great source of motivation and stress, for writers world-wide.
One the authors was talking about how, when she taught she would « lose » NaNoWriMo, she pushed through and found out she had the words in her.
Last night, despite the tiredness, I went and watch a KaShay Live Write-In episode, and I, too, pushed through.
Continuer la lecture de « Diary of a writing project. Day 173: Pushing it – five of fourteen – »Woke up at 2 am. Why? Oh so many pandemic reasons…
Fortunately enough, I had an event to attend too.
A 4 am live write-in sprint time with Skye Dragon Mama, aka author S. D. Hegyes.
Continuer la lecture de « Diary of a writing project. Day 170: slow work in progress is still progress – two of fourteen »