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day nine, 9826

Sweet merciful crap, but it’s been painful. Still, FINALLY I’m out of 1939, and to May 1940. Tomorrow the Battle for France begins.

Here are some things I did to combat the writer’s block I’ve had for the past few days.
-asked most of my friends with art training about their school experiences;
-Nichole told me to give him block, which helped
-running,
-watched lots of tv
-ate donuts
-long walks
-wrote about 5-600 words in French.
It seems like writing in French helps whenever there is a stoppage in, you know, the French bits. Duh. Kind of makes sense doesn’t it?

He also wrote a long letter about how nothing he did was right and that he was homesick. I felt the first one; remembered the second from my own experiences in France. No matter how much I loved it, still….

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Days Nine and Ten,

It’s the bad part of NaNo–or so they say.

Personally I have not yet noticed much in the way of additional misery. It’s the same amount of awful as it was before.

I find that the first four hundred words are the worst; then 500-1200 go by very very fast; then 12-1800 normalize.

The ninth was my sister’s birthday so I was distracted.

Day Nine: 542 words;
Day Ten: 1739 (which surprised me).

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Day Nine, 8671

Back to writing… I’m hoping to get more done today, as I’m really only back on track, and barely. At this point, I have to write a lot more to make up for much of this week. Working til midnight on wednesday really didn’t help much.

Part of me wanted to give up, but honestly, one of my main goals was NOT to do that. To just keep going, the whole month. Even if I don’t make it.

process and completion.