The last thing I need.

I don't understand the way my mind works. I really don't.

NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. I need to be finishing the book I have been working on. And while not a plotter/planner, I would like to give a tiny bit of thought to what I will be writing for Nano.

But no. I pick up a pencil and find a new hobby.
Drawing.
What in the hell brain? You KNOW I don't have time for this. My last post was about sacrifices. This is the DIRECT OPPOSITE of that!

*facepalm*

But we can't choose our passions, can we? It's why they are passions. They chose us.

I am in so much trouble.

I also want to take up candle-making...

Mmmmm, lavender...

And this is beautiful, and looks so simple...

And this isn't helping my writing at all.
Damn it.
I WILL finish Addicted. I WILL!

Nano is coming (spoken like winter is coming)

I am excited!
So excited!

But to be honest, a little bit sad as well.

I will not be giving up on my studies, but I will have to be sacrificing a lot of time with them. Writing 1667 words every day isn't exactly easy. But I will do it because I love writing more than breathing.

But I also love studying Japanese more than breathing.

Why do I have to work? If I didn't have too, then I wouldn't have to sacrifice anything.

Oh. I have to work because I like having a roof over my head and electricity. And the internet. Can't forget that.

Sacrifices.

It's only a month. I can do that. Study one hour a night. Write during all other free time. Yes. That can work. Because I want it.

What sacrifices will you be making for Nano this year?

Hi!

*blows the dust off the mic*

Is this thing on?

So, it's been a while. *blushes*

Sorry about that. I have no excuse other than I have been studying. And that is not a good one. 

I can tell you this about me. I have an addictive personality. By that, I don't mean that people become addicted to my sparkling self, I mean that I become addicted to things very easily. Obsessively so. And because there are not enough hours in the day, something has to suffer in order for me to spend the time with my obsession. Somehow, writing found itself suffering. Writing. How did that happen?

I still haven't figured that one out. 

And I find this didn't help. 

Or this...

If Loki can't make me write... 

But, I am getting better day by day. I have had two over 2K days and actually gotten to where I had to merge a scene. AND BEYOND! 

*fireworks explosions*

And it felt good. Real good. 

Maybe it's the idea that NaNoWriMo is right around the corner. Maybe it's because I had a few months break after the SLOW DOWN speed I was writing throughout the rest of the year. But I think I am getting back into it. 

I have to get this book finished. I must in order to write for NaNo.

I know the internet is a very distracting place for writers, but it has never gotten to me the way this language thing has.

Anyone else suffer from this? If so, what are some things you have done to successfully pull yourself back into the land of words?