I have not written a word of fiction in December - I know it's only day 3, but I normally write on Fridays and Saturdays. I think NaNoWriMo did me in. I only wrote on eight or nine days, but I overdid it every one of those days. I was initially planning on finishing my NaNo novel in December, but I might set it aside and pick up my partially finished novel from the summer. I guess I'll decide on Monday, when my muse is all rested and ready to get back to work. I have two pieces completed that still need some edits, so I could work on them if nothing else. The idea of completing something by the end of December appeals to me a lot.
My writing class/critique group this fall has been a bit of a disappointment. Normally a class gives me momentum, a push forward. This class met every other week, and it didn't give me even the tiniest bit of external pressure to keep moving. I did meet my goal - to finish the edits on my last novel in addition to writing 20K of something new - but I did that on the weeks I missed class, not because of the class.
I like the idea of signing up for another class for the winter if only to put myself in the company of other writers and to force myself to leave the house instead of hibernating inside in my pajamas. I like the idea of meeting a new group of people and reading my fiction to them - and I equally hate the idea. I hate it because it will take me weeks to feel comfortable. And once I feel comfortable, it will be over.
So I'm slowing down for December. I will likely slow down here as well.
I probably just need more coffee or a vitamin or something....