Hellooo, another day of nanowrimo will be finished soon. It is the 9th of November, a historical date in German history. Anyway, my story needed writing, hence my festive activities were very limited indeed (I ate some nice apricot tart and had a glass of red wine, though).

After nine days of writing, I have to conclude: Writing is bad for my health. For yours as well, by the way. It results in back pain, too much chocolate and mental distress. Crawling into the skull of your protagonist and letting him/her make things happen feels like making those things happen yourself. If you write about a week in a single day, it feels like doing a week’s work within a single day. You can imagine that I am exhausted…

I read Stephen King’s autobiographic “On writing”, where he explains his way of working. He writes 2000 words each day, and this will take as long as it takes. Afterwards, he does other things, for instance going for a walk. One day, when walking, he was hit by a truck and broke every single bone of his body. This is another proof that writing is bad for your health.

I wrote 4027 words today. I hope this does not double the probability of being hit by a truck. Just to be sure I will not leave the house today anymore.

As a little good-night, I have some pictures of this year’s autumn colors for you.