I don’t know if any of you have caught on to this but in the past several months I have had a tremendous time with concentrating on anything… except my child, my bathroom, my husband and perhaps my cannons, it’s hard for me to not notice those.
I’ve put some of my to do’s and commitments on the back burner being unable to give myself to them at all. I have taken on other tasks that need undertaking and while they are busying my hands they are not busying my mind, my heart or my spirit.
Those things seem to be mired by stagnant water and bad humor. Like not funny humor… not a bad temperament.
(Jeez, I didn’t know you all thought I was so melodramatic)
This lead me to thinking, to wondering, to reasoning and to something stupid. Something I don’t have any time for at all yet I am going to try to dive into head first. NaNoWriMo.
No it isn’t a disease… quite the opposite really I’m hoping it will be a cure of sorts for what’s been ailing me.
NaNoWriMo is National Novel Writing Month. That would be November. Which is next month. A mere 10 days away.
Big Deep Breath… I’m doing it.
I remember seeing it was going on last year… at the same time I started this here blog (that’s right my blogaversary is coming soon). I remember thinking how inspirational that people would try to write an entire 50,000 word novel in a month, and how fucking crazy and borderline suicidal they must be.
Now I think “Oh, it’ll be fun”.
Anybody else? I know Jo’s doing it, her post reminded me of it. Who else is in?
Oh the silence… it is deafening.