That’s how it feels.
2 weeks ago I’ve given up winning Nanowrimo.
And for a reason I ignore, this week-end I decided that I would win.
So I wrote close to 30K words in 2 days.
The last 3 hours it fell like using my blood to write every word.
I don’t need to be that intense in my life. This year have been the worst year of my life. Intensely emotional. I’m not used to that. Nanowrimo couldn’t be different. I had to be intense about it. Intense about something else then my parents death.
December is there again with the memory of the call telling me that my dad died. I just can’t stand being in my body right now.
So I write like my life depends on it. And in a way it’s true. For me. For my heart.
Thank you for playing. Thank you for the love, the cheers. Thank you.
With great respect and love!