All in all, November has been a highly productive month.
Yesterday, I hit the 50,000 word mark in my NaNoWriMo project, marking the first time I have ever done so. Usually I give up after a week or so. This year, I stuck with it, wrote it in bits and jolts, kept writing even when I had no idea where that writing was leading, and at around 49,500 words, it came to me. I have a rather magnificent ending. Now I just need to make sure the beginning and middle build toward it properly.
I did this in the midst of having to finish two final projects and take a final exam for a statistics course, and battling some sort of illness that was causing my face to swell and the rest of my body to break out in hives. I got an A in the class, and the doctors have discovered that my immune system is attacking my thyroid gland, and have gotten me on the proper medication. The swelling is gone, and while the hives still appear every morning, meaning that I still need to be on Prednisone for a while, I feel like the end is in sight. I just need to give this new thyroid medication time to do its thing, and possibly have the dosage adjusted.
There are still some tests outstanding, but I’m less concerned now. I feel like I have an answer, and there may be more news coming, but now that the unknown-ness is over, I feel more at ease. What I have now has a name, and like a demon, now that I know it’s name, I feel confident that I can cast it out, though it may take a few tries. Demons are stubborn creatures.
Today, I’m headed off to a local museum to see, among other things, an exhibit about poison. It’s timely, because poison plays into the story I was writing for NaNoWriMo.
All of this confirms once again a simple fact about myself that I know to be true – I work better under pressure, or when I’m busy, or when life conspires to force me to have to manage my time.
I think it all comes down to not having kids. A lot of my friends and coworkers and regular acquaintances are parents, and I see how time consuming small humans are. Especially, I think, for women, because even among my more feminist friends, I still observe the woman people doing more of the child-involved work than the man-people. And lacking that distraction, I have oodles of potential creative time. Knowing that, it’s sometimes hard for me to settle into work, because I know that I always have later.
This month, I really didn’t have that. There were other things happening, and the great unknown of the illness, meaning I was extra-motivated to stay on top of all my work, both school and otherwise, because I wasn’t sure what might happen.
Going into December, I’m hopeful I can keep up this momentum.
But come January, I’ll be in classes again. More statistics classes, for those wondering. And that will, I believe, keep the creativity going – not just because I’ll have to balance my time, but because I found November to be a nice balance between my work/school life, and the creative side to me. I rather enjoyed the balance I achieved in November. I haven’t felt this accomplished in a long time.