Day 7 - In Which I Sleep at All Weird Times and Have Zero Energy for Anything but the Bare Minimum
I'm sure you can relate to this: you have good plans, you're humming along well, and then something or other just saps your energy. That happens in normal times; it happens even more right now during the plague.
This Too Shall Pass
So, what's the solution? For me, it's just a resolution to acknowledge my feelings and know that, just as my well-motivated day/hour/minute came up but left, so too will this down time.
Don't Strive for Perfection, Just Get Stuff Done
Another solution: don't strive for perfection. One of the things about NaPoWriMo is that you're creating a lot in a short amount of time. There's just absolutely no way that everything you do will be perfect. So, give yourself permission to crank out some shitty work in the name of Getting Shit Done. It may suck, but that's okay. Better work will come, and oftentimes, there's a little gem in the muck and mire of a crappy one, that can make you create a radical revision that is genius level. So, to borrow and revise a phrase from President Obama, "don't let the perfect poem get in the way of making a mess with a far less than perfect poem--because you never know what can come up."
My Imperfect Poem for Day 7 of NaPoWriMo
Speaking of politicans I admire, here is a poem I wrote while listening to Elizabeth Warren on Pod Save America.
My Dearest, Loveliest Elizabeth
It breaks my heart to hear you
So smart and practical
So with-it and can-do
So competent and assuring
We could have had this
This could have been our future
If only, if only
The forces of our worst instincts were not so ---
Let us not speak ill of the dead
Future we wouldn't let ourselves deserve
Move on, fight hard
Dream elsewhere