#NaNoWriMo is wreaking havoc on my life. For three days in a row I wrote nearly four thousands words every day. When I close my eyes I see my keyboard and an empty page. All I smell anymore is Starbucks.
So doing these lists has now turned, perversely, into some kind of respite from the madness. A daily meditation. A thought exercise that is somehow less work than everything else I’ve been doing.
Let’s see what that looks like.