Last year, I had no school, and an office job that left me with more free time than I knew what to do with. That year, I threw together a nano project for the prep, coming up with it as soon as prep started, and made it to about... six thousand words when November started (woops). I tried to write, but didn't get a whole lot written.

This year, I'm drowning in schoolwork and a particularly difficult math class. This year, I had to narrow down my novel ideas from 19, to 4, to 1, and have been worldbuilding like crazy on that one, easily the most ambitious writing project I've ever attempted. And just because, I started a brand new project just the other night.

That picture is almost uncomfortably true.