NaNoWriMo starts tomorrow! Hopefully, this year won’t be a repeat of last year. I did have fun last year, yes, but putting off writing the blasted thing until the last week of November was not exactly one of my brighter moments. It’s a class project now, so I’m hoping that either guilt or an intense competitive spirit will keep me throughout the entire month.
Now that I think about it, writing has a very odd effect on me. When I’m writing, it’s as if I’m in a euphoric high. The world narrows down to only myself and the words that I’m writing or typing out. Everything else just kind of fades into the background. If I were to describe it visually, I suppose it would be as if I were in a soundproof room with foggy, translucent walls and a million screaming outside. I know there’s people out there, and I know that they’re screaming, but I can’t hear them and can’t see them clearly. When I really get into my writing, I’m aware that there’s activity going on in the world around me, but I don’t what it is. I get into a writing trance and it’s hard to snap me out of it.
I still haven’t made a layout for this little blog. I really should, but I’ve been preoccupied with school, setting up the website for the Creative Writing Club (Which is finally up, thank Hur-Mur. The meeting’s tomorrow.), and trying not to die from coughing and choking on my tongue or something. I do have free time now, since everything that’s supposed to be done is done, but I’m not sure if I’m in the mood to make a layout.
…Oh, who the hell am I kidding. I’m going to stalk the English III AP blog and go play with pictures of clouds.