Tired at the End of November? (National Novel Writing Month)
Back in New York City and find myself tired tired tired.
All that physical energy that seemed so boundless in the fresh and cooked air of a Thanksgiving break in the country now seems sadly dissipated.
What has sapped me?
The grind/stress of the job?
The lack of frolicking!? (Unpopulated spaces somehow lend themselves to dashing and dancing in ways that don’t quite work in most urban settings.)
Or, I wonder, as I drag myself to the subway through all the faces and vehicles, bodies and clothes, concrete and glass, is it the entropy of brushing up against so many different beings and energies–all that collected history, mortar, CO2?
I could point to the end of Nanowrimo (National Novel Writing Month). Am I tired simply from having scribbled and typed 50,000 extra words over the course of November?
And then I look about me on the train and see that a whole bunch of people have a slumped (non-)edge to them. Were we all plotting throughout the past month?
(Is that why we’re plodding now?)
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December 1, 2010 at 4:47 pm
!!! plodding / plotting
grinding / dancing !!!
follow it!
December 1, 2010 at 4:50 pm
Ha! We were lucky enough to have a lot of Fred Astaire playing (on iTunes.)