Soooooooo……I missed a day. Oops. Sorry NaBloPoMo, I went to bed at 8:00 last night and actually read for over an hour before I dropped my book on my face. I have zero regrets.
I woke up this morning and followed my usual routine (kick the boys out and sip my coffee while watching the news until I have to get ready for work.) As I scrolled through Facebook, I noticed someone had posted this with the caption ONLY 7 FRIDAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!!!!!
Are you kidding me!? It was just Halloween. I am in full blown Thanksgiving planning mode. I can’t think about Christmas yet. I don’t want to see a tree, a garland, a single strand of lights, or one nativity scene until my Thanksgiving leftovers are neatly packaged and put away. Trying to focus on Christmas before Thanksgiving is over gives me anxiety. TOO MANY HOLIDAYS AT ONCE! Do I buy stuffing ingredients or wrapping paper? Make cranberry sauce or find the stockings? It’s too much pressure and I am saying no no no.
For the first year in longer than I can remember, I am not making any Christmas presents this year. Not a single one. (I reserve the right to change my mind on December 20th and then become a crazy person until Christmas Eve.) That’s right. Not a single ounce of Christmas craftiness will be done.
Anywho, I’m going to take my holidays one at a time. Pardon me if I Scrooge all over the place until November 27th. I’m going to eat my turkey and cranberries and then I’ll start shopping.
It’s day 4 of NaNoWriMo and I’m at that stage where I’ve written a lot – over 10,000 words – and I’m stalling out. Well, maybe not stalling out, but my thought train is definitely sitting at a four way stop trying to decide which direction it needs to go.
I keep going back and re-reading what I’ve already written and I like the idea story itself so far, but not the way the words are spilling onto the page. I want to edit as I go, but NOPE, that’s what December is for. Still, corrections, do overs, and other fixes ping through my synapses while I should be doing other things.
Aha! This is exactly what I need to keep telling myself. The first draft is just me talking to myself. (Something I do with alarming frequency anyway) I should be able to barf my story out with no problem. I am an excellent rambler, after all. Once I finish telling myself the story, I’ll make sure its ready for everyone else.