After what I did today, I had to question my own sanity. Which is a nice Catch-22, because I'm sure that if you are insane, you don't know it. So does that mean that if I question my sanity, I'm automatically sane?
Insanity, according to law.com means: n. mental illness of such a severe nature that a person cannot distinguish fantasy from reality, cannot conduct her/his affairs due to psychosis, or is subject to uncontrollable impulsive behavior.
Which means that I am probably insane.
I signed up for Nanowrimo camp. 50,000 words - 1 month - 1 me. I've done it before, so it's not exactly a fantasy. But I'm pretty sure I suppressed all the memories of my emotional breakdowns during those months (ask the people I lived with at the time, it wasn't pretty at all). Thankfully, right after I signed up, I remember those long November nights filled with the pain of finding the word I'm looking for. 50,000 times in a row.
A 2012 calendar, made by someone who actually survived nano and was able to create something afterwards. Call me impressed.
So it was a fantasy - something "fun" "to blog about". Yeah, right. As if I'll want to write blogs after writing 1666 words a day (yes, I still remember how many words are needed to finish the challenge. I doubt I'll ever forget that). And it's summer now - the sun is out so I'll want to be out. Not behind a computer, right?
Added to that, I'm pretty sure that I can't conduct my own affairs, because if I could, I would have taken a step back and realised that so many words in one month is crazy. Oh and due to my leg surgery, I'll also have to learn how to walk again that month - no biggie.
And do I really even have to explain the uncontrollable impulsive behaviour? I don't think so.
Like I said 50,000 words - 1 month - 1 me.
What did I get myself in to?