With NaNoWriMo coming to an end, I can honestly say I’ve done little to no writing.
This time however, it wasn’t because I was just procrastinating, but because I had most of my attention turned towards Godot and game development – working on a silly idea for about 6 months now, something unheard of me.
I did do some writing about a week ago, and wrote quite a lot, 15000+ in three days.
But that rush passed and my mind returned to that game I was working on.
Because of it, I often debated with myself creating a new mastodom account to post GameDev stuff.
So I turned to my old domain and decided to reorgnize things a bit.
What was once journal.cavanholi.com, my primary blog at write.as, has now been moved to top-level domain: cavanholi.com.
While the unused secondary blog Azaria being repurposed for GameDev stuff and directed to soul.cavanholi.com.
With this new rewrite, I choose to cut the first chapter short, dedicating only a single scene to it, whereas before it had three, largely disconnected scenes, which made it quite long.
That, alongside with me wanting to stick with three cycling Point-of-View characters, made the second chapter a bit trick to write on.
But as I cut the first chapter down to a third, the second chapter can easily be following scene but from the next PoV.
I’ve allowed myself to completely rest during the month of December. I was quite worn out from NaNo, and besides wanting to recover my energies, I wanted my mind to wander freely for a while, to allow myself to think of something new that I could write, and my mind was still to set on the same story I attempted three times during NaNo.
But December ended and January started, and I haven’t touched the keyboard (to write) or a notebook for a week. Yes, the new year started just like the old.
With the ending of NaNoWriMo 2022, we embark on that period where I have not a single clue of what to do next.
It is not that I do not have any ideas or even material to work with, I have, a lot, and that is The problem: there is just too much I want to do, meaning I will spend hours staring at the ceiling and doing nothing.
This has been the case for quite a while now, but I cannot keep going like this.
“If I had a penny for everytime I started a new blog …”
I would be just as poor, just with a handful of useless coins weighting up my empty wallet and pulling my trousers down.
You know, with inflation and everything, I wouldn’t even be able to buy the cheapest chewing gum.