After another day almost-entirely off-
-I say almost-entirely because I did open the document and add a few words, maybe 20, but I was too tired to update the NaNoWriMo site- today, after work, after maybe half a hour of procrastination, I started writing.
Next thing I knew, it was 8pm. The corridor outside my office was dark. Everything was quiet. I’d written 2,966 words. Emerging from my flow, I felt suddenly hungry and tired and desperate to go home, eat dinner, write this blog post and go to bed.
There were two things that I think helped me get into this state of flow.
I’d filled my well of words
I’ve written before about my theory that I need to read a lot in order to write a lot. I spent much of the weekend, and all Monday evening, reading to finish the book I was reading for my work book club.
I reread everything I’d already written.
To be honest, I was starting to feel my enthusiasm flag. But rereading what I’d written so far reminded me how exciting it was to write, and encouraged me to continue. I made very few changes to what I’d already written, which was great. I found myself full of confidence again and when I’d finished reading through it I immediately started typing.
