I’m slowing down.

I don’t know why. I wonder if it could be related to my sense that there’s things that I need to take care of sitting in the wings? If so, is it likely that I will feel almost abysmally depressed as I continue to write and continue to have things pile up? Is it seeing my girlfriend’s word count and thinking that 10000 words is so far away, and 50000 is even more astronomical?

Last night, I passed 5600 words, and barely updated my word count, but never got the blog updated. I still have yet to complete cleaning to the point that I can stick my keyboard on my desk, and start fiddling with music. This has something to do with the fact that I’m no longer satisfied with shifting piles onto other locations – that’s rearranging, not cleaning.

I also haven’t gotten any sketching in. That’s another irritation, but I have nothing to blame that on but myself.

Yeah, this is a little earlier in the day than usual, and I’ll edit it as usual when I post my Nano word count, but right now, I thought I’d say that I really did get a workout in this mor…afternoon. So hooray, and we’ll see how often I can keep that up. No music has sprung forth, but that’s due to a nice procrastination device I have handy - an incredible array of cleaning I generated through the use of procrastination. The logic goes something like this: if I don’t have a place to sit the keyboard, then I can’t very well play with it. So, instead of plugging in, or writing, I’ve been cleaning here and there. No, I’m really writing, but when my brain is winding down, it’s easier to clean than to write.

And for the moment, I’m being prompted to go eat a hearty steak to compensate for all the muscle cells I’ve ripped to shreds. Back later with a writing update.

Catastrophe!

Yet another non-productive day. A morning-long headache, boredom at work (yes, boredom can make me highly ineffectual at writing), and more boredom at work. Well, at least I passed a measly 3000 words. I’d have really loved it if there was more gumption stashed away in me someplace. Well, I’ve still got an hour at this coffee shop, so with any luck, I’ll get in another couple hundred before midnight.

And then?

Well, toughing it out a couple hours at Denny’s, writing more! My girlfriend and I have made a pact to not indulge in Lost or Battlestar Galactica until we’re caught up with Nano. That alone ought to provide some more motivation.