I got a little more done on Tell No Tales yesterday; added maybe 200 words, by clarifying a character more on the very first page and fixing a spot in the draft where another character’s knowledge had contradicted itself. (NaNo means writing faster than brain, sometimes.) But mostly the day was… thump. As in writing this post took effort.
It’s kind of like the end of a marathon, when I hit the end of a project. For a while I just have to fall over, mentally, while the neurons recharge.
I actually believe there might be a certain level of neurochemicals that gets depleted and has to physically recover. I have a bit of an odd brain-
(Yes, I see you all snickering in the peanut gallery. Not news, I take it.)
…Anyway, I find writing sort of… self-medicating. When I’ve finished something, it’s like my brain’s leveled out for a while. On the one hand I wonder if this is what most people feel like all the time, not having manic characters demanding to be Written Right Now! OTOH, the quiet gets suspicious.
(“It’s quiet. Too quiet.” Yep.)
Sometimes the level bit lasts longer than others. A month like this one, “level” shortly went into “it’s cold and gray and bleah.” Dratted November weather. And holidays.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is, so far as I know, the “pause” is normal. Frustrating, but normal. The plotbunnies will get organized again. Once they’ve had some rest.
…The idea they had during the last part of NaNo was a fluffy youthful fantasy romance.
I dunno about you, but that’s scary. 😉