I am writing like the wind.
I am deadly afraid of my plateau. I am still sure it will come.
This is the graph from last year. You see that period of ten days in the middle where I didn’t write a thing? Yup. The dreaded plateau. And, although I’m joking about writing fast because I want to be first, that’s not the reason. Or, that’s not the whole reason.
The main reason I write as much as I can now is that I know myself. The plateau will come. I just hope it will come after I reach 50.000.
Also, I write this much now because I am first on my friends list, and I’m usually not. I’m never first. Not for this long. And I use this wonderful feeling of being first to cover over my total, devastating anxiety of the plateau. It’s the worst anxiety I’ve had since my anxiety levels normalized after going off the anti-depressants.
I also felt a bad depression sneaking in on me before NaNoWriMo this year, and I am keeping it away by writing. I have a purpose this November. I am going to win. And the plateau and my depression will just have to wait.