What is even time anymore? And yet, here we are, gathering for another blog hop among the Insecure Writers Support Group. Purpose of the IWSG: To share and encourage. Writers can express doubts and concerns without fear of appearing foolish or weak. Those who have been through the fire can offer assistance and guidance. It’s a safe haven for insecure writers of all kinds! The awesome co-hosts for the December 2 posting of the IWSG are Pat Garcia, Sylvia Ney, Liesbet @ Roaming About Cathrina Constantine, and Natalie Aguirre! Be sure to check out their fine blogs!

December 2 question – Are there months or times of the year that you are more productive with your writing than other months, and why?

National Novel Writing Month logo against autumn leaves.
Not quite a winner this year, but remarkable progress considering…

Well, it sure wasn’t November! For the first time in four years, NaNoWriMo coincided with the start of a new novel project, so I signed up. I even attended three virtual write-ins, something I’d never found helpful in person. It was fun chatting with local writers, but I’m still not a sprinter—which is fine. I plodded while they sprinted, and we chatted during the breaks. In the end, I reached 42,777 words. Considering how distracted and distressed I was by the election, the pandemic, and general feelings of doom, I’ll count that as a win. If there were a badge for number of times an author checks Twitter and news sites during what’s supposed to be writing time, I’d win that one for sure.

Image by 준원 서 from Pixabay 

Normally, I’d say I’m more productive in January and February when the Pacific Northwest weather is too soggy and cold to enjoy the outdoors much and the holiday festivities are finished. Normally, Hubs would be out of the house teaching math classes at our local community college. Normally, I’d bundle up in my fuzziest sweater and softest pajama pants, drink too much coffee, and write, write, write.

Ah, but these are not normal times. Ain’t no holiday festivities to speak of. Hubs is home all the time—aren’t we all?—and he’s bored, the poor extrovert. He gets his energy from talking to people, and I’m the only people around, so… Don’t get me wrong–I’m grateful to have a partner to lean on during this awful year. I can’t imagine going this alone.

Lately, I seem to top out at about 1,500 words per day. Beyond that, I lose my concentration—and that’s okay too. I’m grateful I can concentrate at all. Many excellent writers just can’t deal right now. Or so I’ve read on Twitter—did I mention I spend far too much time there?

I wish y’all a healthy, happy, productive holiday season, whichever (if any) of the holidays you’re celebrating this year. May you emerge on the other side with body, heart, and mind intact.

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