I think I've got NaNo Brain. It's one of those functional disorders where you look perfectly normal and you can blend in with regular people. It's not even debilitating. It's just annoying. Any time anyone asks me how I'm doing, my first thought is "I'm behind". Or when they ask me what I've been up to and I answer with "It's November" as if that explains it all. Because, you see, ever since November 1st, all I can think about is NaNoWriMo.
That's a bit of an exaggeration. I do think about other things, but NaNo is at the forefront of everything else. I think about my word count constantly. When I'm doing something else, I'm thinking about how I'm going to get more words out later. I could be having a conversation with you, and the whole time I'm plotting my next scene. (Which may be why the few conversations I've had this month end up with the other person staring at me funny.)
I've been so focused on NaNo, I even suspended my querying. Not by conscious thought, but when I look back at the last query I sent out, I realize, somewhere along the way, that important task fell through the cracks. (Or rather fell through the crack in my head.)
I should be over this by December 1st. Please, god, let me be over this by then. I need to become a normal human again. (Okay... as normal as I ever was.) I need to be able to hold a conversation with my friends and family. I'd like to watch an entire program without feeling guilty that I haven't met my word count yet.
Until then, I'll just keep motoring along. Having NaNo Brain isn't really so awful as long as there's an end in the foreseeable future.
And if you see me next month, still talking to myself in public and mumbling about word counts, call a professional. By then, I'll need one. ;o)