It’s November

Good grief. And NaNoWriMo is already upon us! I say I’ll do it, but let’s be honest here, writing whole novels in a month is the province of people with lives more stable than mine.

Insomnia is hitting me again. Not too bad, but I barely have time to sleep any more. Where do I fit writing time into all this?

I think I heard this analogy somewhere once – imagine your life is a big glass jar.

Take a few rocks that just fit into it and add them. These represent things like your job, work and sleep.

Get some pebbles that just fit around the bigger rocks. Put them in. They represent things like leisure time and time with your friends and family.

Get some sand and pour it in until the jar is full. That represents the day to day drone of things like showering, driving, walking around, answering the phone, buying your coffee in the morning.

Then get some water, and fill the last of the space in the jar, which is the space between the grains of sand. That represents your writing time. There wont be much of it.

I think I have even less than that now.

//shay

I am not a people person

Not in person, if you know what I mean. The online world speaks a language I can understand, and here I am myself, more or less, but offline I have to focus to avoid making an ass out of myself.

Would that I had grown out of this behavior as I grew out of my teens, but the unfortunate truth is that people mostly move too fast for me. There are too many social cues that I have to interpret, too many hidden signals I have to try to parse into my responses and body language.

No, I don’t have Aspergers or whatever. I just can’t understand social interactions by instinct, like most people do. (Long story.) And I might think fast, but I can’t process it all that fast.

Heh. Introvert offline, extrovert online. I’m a walking, talking cliché.

I don’t know whether I’m still lacking my mojo, or whatever part of me does the writing and the dreaming and the rambling on at length. Only one way to find out, eh? And Nanowrimo is coming up. I might be able to do it this time…

I have porn to write. Back later.

//shay