By comparison to the rest of the days this week, yesterday was terrible. First of all, I wrote a bunch (and did a bunch) in the early hours of the morning and subsequently got terrible sleep. I really shouldn’t have stayed up as late as I did, because it really affected the way I thought and moved the rest of the day. I slept in and was generally groggy and out of it for most of the day. My writing was certainly affected.

At least half of my word count for Day Six was in the early hours of the morning, before I even went to bed. The rest was something I managed to eke out at the write-in at the city library. I’m not really accustomed to writing in the presence of other people, and you may be able to tell by the bizarreness that is the article I wrote while I was at the write-in “Writing and the Perception of Time.” There is no other explanation for that article.

So, I’m not quite as far ahead in my novel as I could be if I’d had a more focused day. I’m a little bummed by my progress, but that doesn’t taint the coolness of meeting and hanging out with other people. I mean, really, I also didn’t eat much that day, probably didn’t drink enough water. It was a disaster waiting to happen. I really need to get myself back in shape to go and write tomorrow. Writing this entry at 3:00 AM certainly isn’t helping.