That’s a little bit of bliss. When, in the morning, I open up my email, and my Google Calendar Daily Agenda says, “You have no events scheduled today.” It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it feels like freedom. Granted, we do have family dinner tonight, but that is a joy, flexible and home.
Tonight, since five of us that regularly attend family dinner have succumbed to the NaNoWriMo challenge, we will probably be doing some sprints, brain-storming and general encouragement. I’m behind already. I started of with a beginning right after midnight on November 1st, which made me happy, because I thought the first sentences would be the hardest. And then when I woke up that day I helped a friend move. All day. And I was the most able of the three of us there, so I probably overdid it, because I was in a lot of pain when I finally got home that night and didn’t write another word that day. Then I had work the next few days that was crazy busy. I tried writing at lunch but drew blanks. I was too stressed and exhausted at night to write each night. But last night, I met Nikola and Nyx at a Subway where we did some writing sprints, after I found out that I hated the voice I was writing from and how I had started my story, so I sort of started over but not really. Then when we got home Nikola the Wicked pushed and pushed me to do another one, when I was probably the most exhausted, because I had moved to an early morning shift that day at work and was SO tired, but I managed to get where I should be by the first day, and this is on the fourth day. It was progress anyway.
So, after a fitful night of sleep, where my novel invaded my dreams for awhile, and then the dreams returned to the normal, lucid, craziness, I’m hoping to knock out a day or two of writing today, since it is my day off and I finally am back to have two days off in a row instead of split days off. That is just wrong. Work takes up too much of your life when you work that way. Now, if I was doing work that inspired me and lifted me up and didn’t take so much out of me, that might be different. But then a lot of things would be different then…
So, I’m going to try and take advantage of a cold, and rainy fall day and cuddle under my fuzzy blanket on the couch, turn on the fireplace, drink some cocoa, and hopefully get a lot of writing done.