Here marks the start of a new writing habit.

I’ve written novels in November (several times), but writing in a manic binge doesn’t seem as healthy, reasonable, or useful now. The noise in my head makes it difficult to think, and the comparative lack of human interaction through the (ongoing) COVID-19 shutdown has had a noticeable negative effect on my ability to form coherent thoughts.

I feel like I understand less of my work than ever. Writing, specifically the focus on composition, seems to quiet the noise. I’m hopeful that it will give me some place to organize and arrange the brain I live in.