I mentioned a few weeks ago that I was trying to not work myself to death in the editing process. Several weeks into the process, I have a better understanding of what was happening. It turns out that it was not just my terrible work-life balance that drove my bad editing habits. It was, in fact, also my goofy brain.
Being now in possession of a shiny label for myself (yay ADHD) and who knows how many hours of reading, I understand now that I edit a book in a state of extreme hyperfocus, one in which nothing exists except me and the manuscript. This is true whether I'm editing for one hour or nineteen hours. My husband tell me he's leaving to go to work while I'm editing and I will not notice until hours later when I realize that he is gone, has been gone, what happened?
Exiting hyperfocus feels like waking from a dream. I have to remember that the world exists in bits and pieces: first the room I'm in: what it looks like, what the sounds are, what I'm smelling. Gradually I adapt to the fact that I have a corporeal existence with feet and arms and…oh, am I hungry? I am. I am ravenous. When did that happen?
Even when I'm no longer paying conscious attention, the hyperfocus doesn't end, so much as it runs in a background window in my brain, sapping all my attention and will. It takes me several hours to get the processes to shut down and take a rest.
I understand better now why I just edited in one huge chunk. If I don't purposefully try to relax my brain, it simply keeps going. It wasn't just that I skipped sleep; my brain stayed in a constantly keyed up state, one in which sleep was only possible when I was so exhausted as to have no other option. The moment minimal sleep needs were met, my brain would wake me up, insistently thinking about the next chapter.
This is a very valuable brain state to have, but it is still not good for me to persist in it for weeks and weeks. Physically, I require sleep. I feel better if I get exercise and I eat well. I get back pain from sitting too long, and if I push through that back pain, I hit a new, more exciting level of debilitating pain. All of these things mean that doing things like I have been is not acceptable: every time I've done this in the past, the required recovery time afterward grows. My brain doesn't want to be reasonable? Too bad.
So I'm trying right now to take myself out of the state carefully: to stop and consciously remember where I am, to make a list of the needs I need to meet, and to meet those. To do so while fully present in what I am doing: to taste the food I'm eating, to feel the knotted hardness of hyperfocus in my brain and to imagine it unknotting and loosening, little by little, so that I can relax, eat well, sleep an appropriate number of hours, and enjoy time with my family.
I thought that I would give editing like a functional person a try, but it turns out, that's kind of beyond reach. So it's less that I'm functioning right now, and more like I'm imitating the vibes of a functioning person. Hopefully that will be enough.