Somehow, I’ve written an entire 50,000-word novel in less than 30 days (actually, I did it in 23 days). How did I do it? It Well, having none of that pesky “paid work” to do this month was a big help, time-wise. The hardest part was developing the habit of sitting and typing every day. After about a week, I’d wake up in the morning looking forward to writing. And for a while, it was easy. But around Day 18 or 19, it became incredibly difficult again, and I crawled over the finish line, gasping for breath. And now, two days later, my brain still feels completely empty–I put everything on the page and now there’s nothing left up there. Clearly, I need to spend Thanksgiving weekend re-filling the well somehow.

I’m kind of excited about what I’ve written, though. It’s got some funny bits, and it might actually be good if I spend some time re-working it. But spending a lot of time on something to make it perfect is basically the exact opposite of my creative process–I much prefer getting something done and moving on to the next thing immediately. So the revision process feels alien and scary to me. I hope I have the patience, because I’d like to be able to show it to people.

So, once there’s something in my brain again, it’ll be back to writing (a couple of projects in the offing) and drawing (likewise, I’m sure). But for now, to quote my favorite Monty Python sketch: MY BRAIN HURTS.