I started losing track of which day of NaNo it is.
I did a bunch of word wars with friends; I think I am developing an addiction.
I volunteered at the library, where my story was swirling around in my head while I alphabetized. I hope I put everything in the right place.
I passed 32,000 words.
I spent WAY too much time stalking people in the NaNo forums and on facebook.
I ate too many tortilla chips with home made salsa.
This is the point in the process at which things start to get really surreal for me. It happened last year a few days in as well–the story becomes hyper-real, and day to day life becomes bizarre, and it gets harder and harder to have a coherent conversation about anything but writing.
And I should start to wonder if this is somehow really unhealthy, but I am still eating reasonably well, bathing regularly, and sleeping at night, and my family is still speaking to me, so I figure I haven’t gone too far over the edge yet.
That happens next week.
I’m mostly kidding . . .