"For the last two weeks, my brain has been stuck in 'on.'"
Oh, me too. I blame it on Rio.
That seems like a remarkably restrained response to that "I hate you" of envy. (Of course, I'm not Scandasotan.)
I think it's marvelous, if exhausting for you, that you've been so productive. Production at the expense of sleep and energy: problematic, zow.
I don't hate you. Or envy you. It sounds like hypomania, and hypomania SUCKS.
Edited at 2013-09-09 06:39 am (UTC)
I have been keeping an eye on myself for others of the more problematic signs of hypomania, yeah. So far so good, but it is a thought that occurred to me from having friends with these issues.
Honestly it's very like--um, it's like a thing that's a little gross that I will not go telling people without them saying they're up for a little gross.
You have blanket permission to TMI at me without checking first; I was a medical journalist.
So...sometimes when I have been nauseated, my stomach decides that NO NO FOOD WILL BE HAD NO NO NO ON THE FOOD QUESTION. And as far as I can tell from my knowledge of anatomy, my pyloric valve just refuses to open at that point. So if I try to eat--because with the vertigo, I need to try to eat with nausea fairly often--whatever I have just chewed and swallowed just sits in a lump at the bottom of my esophagus until I either throw up or manage to get the pyloric valve to open. I cannot predict very well when my nausea is regular old nausea, when it's going to be barfy nausea, and when it's going to be this kind of flat digestive line-drawing.
This is what we in Mrissaland know as No Fun.
And it's very like the sensation of having a large chunk of story needing to go somewhere.
That is No Fun indeed! I think in your shoes I would subsist entirely on smoothies.
I hope your writerly digestion settles itself soon.
Oh, this has happened to me with soup. And the bizarre feeling of the slow trickle while most of the lump remains...yeah. Yeah, um.
Yeah, that sounds like hypomania to me, too.
(That was my demented schadenfreude laugh. Or maybe my misery-loves-company giggle.)
I am crawling towards the finish line of my third novel (and a spare novella) in 365 days.
My home is a mess and my spouse is distressed. All because the "off" switch is broken.
Current writing target: 5000 words/day. And I am hitting it, repeatedly.
Please, someone tell me how to make it stop?
Edited at 2013-09-09 09:03 am (UTC)
Do you think there is something in the wind? Or maybe sunspots, conjunctions of planets, eleven-year locust cycles? I too have been saying, well, manic-creative fast-forward head-down writing is a *good* state... as Jerome Bixby puts it.
Sure beats the hell out of being stuck though.
The people commenting in this thread are too geographically distributed for me to go with my standard "something in the water"!
Are they all in North America? I wonder if the changing season has to do with it.
You may well have something there.
I think in my case I've just hit a stable point on my hypertension meds. Long-term medication can screw with your head, but I'm now at the most productive I've been since I started having to gobble double-handfuls of pills in 2006, having iterated through probably a dozen different medications until I've found a combination (of six) that have the desired effect without clouding my mind.
The rest I'm willing to chalk up to confirmation bias -- we don't notice the folks who are suffering from writers block this year. (I'll change my tune if Susannah Clark suddenly emits an unscheduled trilogy ...)
Med-related issues may not be irrelevant to me, either, but not because I've hit a stable point--I just have to hope that I can stay more productive for longer before I have to go back on the meds. (My vertigo meds are not things I can--or want to!--stay on long-term, so it's a matter of trying to get on them before I've had too many falls and only stay on them as long as I have to. Sigh.)
But yes, confirmation bias is definitely a thing here. Or else I'll enjoy that new Susannah Clark trilogy. One way or the other....
Yeah, struggling with a bit of that 'on' behavior myself, except I'm not sure anything productive is coming out of it. Good for you of being aware of it and hoping for a soft landing.
There are a few times when I've written stuff (fiction or work stuff) at something close to that kind of pace, and while it was worthwhile, it was also exhausting and unsustainable and kind of incompatible with carrying on normal life. *Hugs* Hope you get back to equilibrium soon.
Oh god, I'm glad it's not just me. I accidentally put a story in publishable shape last night, and there's other stuff clawing behind that. I'd have said I was coming off a period of high energy, and to be sure I feel generally less energetic, but apparently that's better for fiction? I've been blaming the obvious turning of the year -- it's suddenly dark when I leave work, and fall-cold, in Boston -- but honestly, fiik.