Writing about writing

October 15th 2018

And I want it so bad,
I'd shoot the sunshine into my veins
         27, Fall Out Boy

Okay, I admit it, I am a hopeless caffeine addicted, slightly insane, overly sensitive, way too intense workaholic with more issues than you can imagine. Sometimes I will spend entire days, simply talking to myself (or my cats, or the computer, which ever sounds least messed up). Sometimes I don’t get out of bed at all, because I’m too depressed about something I read and/or wrote. Sometimes I’m up for 24 hours straight, just because I have so many grand ideas that I simply can’t stop to sleep. I’m more often than not, late for just about everything, because I had to stop somewhere along the way, jotting down thoughts or sentences or quotes. Sometimes I just lie down on the couch, pretending to be my characters, to get a sense and feel of what they would do and how they would react in certain situations. Yesterday I woke up to a post it note, simply saying: “Did you remember to light someone on fire?”, and the day before that I spend maybe 70% of my time, coming up with creative ways to commit murder.

Yup. I’m exactly that fucked up.

The note taking for NaNoWriMo is going quite well, I’ve sorta-kinda-maybe got the environmental design down, even if I still feel like it needs a little more work. I’ve written the most basic knowledge about the two main characters, and added even more points to my character questionnaire, that I found to be useful in this particular book. Most importantly, I’ve come to terms with the ending. It’s… Well, it’s going to be absolutely horrible to write, but it really is the best I can do with what I’ve got.

I’ve also started making a few friends/writing buddies on the NaNoWriMo website, which is kind of cool actually. I think it’s really good for me to make actual relations to people who write, and just talk about the stuff I write, even when I’m in the middle of the process. I don’t talk that much about it, with my friends, all they really know is that I work like a mad man all of the time, always making writing number one priority. But this is good, I think it’s really good for me, to do the whole knowledge exchange.

While doing all of these things, I’m also trying to fit in just the slightest bit of art, and maybe even some sleep here and there. I got maybe four hours last night, which translates to my brain being as functional as melted butter. Which I obviously over compensate for, drinking insane amounts of caffeine, and praying for better days. Here in Denmark, it’s closing in on midnight, so I really should try and get some sleep. But I need to answer an e-mail first, make sure the paint I’ve spread out on a big wooden board is dry, take my medicine, go through today’s post it notes, write this blog post, and probably a lot of other shit I’m forgetting as I write. Oh, right, I forgot to feed myself today. Well aren’t I just amazingly incompetent at keeping myself alive.

Lastly I’d like to say that I’ve uploaded another chapter of the Swaying Between Worlds novel, so go have a look if you want, there’s now three chapters lying around, just waiting for you to read them! Go-go-go!