So the week leading up to April can be summed up like this: I don’t want to talk to anyone, I don’t want to go anywhere, I don’t want to do anything.
Who am I kidding? That’s me all the time. But this condition worsens before, during, and even after NaNoWriMo. If you think about it, nine months out of the twelve, I spend most of my day at home. I’d be lying if I said I spent most of my time writing.
There’s a reason I don’t have many friends. Instead of going out every week, I’m writing.
I don’t feel like I’m missing out.