December 1st, when I could crack open all my waiting books. Turn on Netflix. Do more mundane things, like grocery shop, wash my sheets, and put away the Halloween decorations. As much as I enjoy writing, I couldn't wait to be done for awhile.
Except, driving home from work yesterday, despite my large Dec 1st list, all I wanted to do was write.
A different story, of course, I gotta leave my project from this year to the side for awhile, but I apparently wasn't as sick of writing as I expected. Just ready to move on to something new.
This is one of the reasons why I always love NaNo. Not only do I finally push out a story that's typically been haunting me for awhile, but I feel like I get an adrenaline shot of creativity and productivity that can carry me through a few months. (Which I really need in December cuz I'm making a bunch of Christmas presents.)
NaNo is full of this swirl of creative energy, from talking to others about their novels. Even processes. There's a new critique style I wanna try now. I've got ideas galore clamoring in my head, and a new bunch of people to talk to about them. I'm excited and eager and above all feel accomplished in a way I rarely feel during the earlier parts of the year.
*sigh* I'm so ready for NaNoWriMo 2017.