Once again, I’m ashamed to post my word count. (542. Shut up.) Honestly, this would be so much easier if I had something to distract me.
Someone on a website I like to read posted that she was far less productive when she was put into a cube off by herself and didn’t see or talk to anyone all day. I’m like that. If I stay home and don’t talk to anyone, I find my attention lagging, and distractions are soooo much more enticing.
If I have something to ignore, I can concentrate better. Music is fine, but it has to be instrumental. The second people start singing, I have to hear what they’re saying and I’m out. That’s why I don’t like the TV on when I’m studying or writing. Sometimes I can turn it on with the sound off, but even that is a problem sometimes.
Trying to find a job, figure out if I want to go back to school, deal with personal crap and everything else has made me wonder if I should have tried to do NaNo at all. But I’ll keep plugging away. I think eventually I’ll hit a point where it takes off. It’s all there. I just have to excavate it.