So I’m writing this on Saturday, and it won’t get posted until Wednesday, because that’s how the blogging thing works for me. I need to get a little ahead because if I don’t life has away of smacking me upside the head and then I miss a post like yesterday.
I’ve been complaining about not being able to write. The new job is brutal. There just isn’t a moment in the day to type a single word, and that means I’ll have to start getting up at 5 am again. But, as I’ve had to do things like chaperon dances and pick my eldest up at play practice I haven’t been able to get out of bed that early. I’m too tired to write at night, and even if I wasn’t I’d have to stand in line to get on a computer.
In an effort to give me some time to write my husband took the three youngest away today. And the afore mentioned eldest had a cross country meet and was gone from 12:30 on. So what am I complaining about? Well jeez, have you ever tried to type for eight hours straight? My fingers are doing okay, but my back and brain are just mush. I’m dying to watch a movie, but I if I do for certain they’ll come home and be indignant that I’m not still typing.
It’s much easier to type day by day that try and shove it all in on a Saturday. And I do appreciate the effort made on my behalf, BUT I WANT TO STOP NOW! I’m tired and cranky and freaking Diet Coke is BAD for you, but what the heck else can I drink? Vodka? Oh I can see it now. They all come trouping in and find their mom sloshed and snoring on the couch.
I’ve decided I can’t to Nanowrimo. 50,000 words in one month would put me in the loony bin for sure.
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Kate, sometimes we are the same damn person! I have done this exact thing, fretted and worried that an off-the-cuff remark I just tossed up one day could be horribly misunderstood, that the joke stabbed some poor nice person between the eyes.
No worries Dearest, I laughed. And totally got the Stella Luna referrence. My youngest adored that book and we went around the house making up songs because the name is so lyrical.
You can be any kind of lunar/looney you want. (That’s one of the best parts of being Pagan, we have so few rules and play well with others.)
Well, I’m hoping to feel the writing vibe, that others are in this boat too.
I’m not going to try for the daily word count and do things officially. Not just because of studying but also because the length of the novel I need to write is more than 50000 words. If I race to that target I’ll get all despondent when I’ve got more to do.
Maybe baby half NaNoWriMo? I’m signed up for NaNo but worried that such a large amount of words will be overwhelming and cause me to hide under my blankets stuffing antianxiety pills down my gullet.
Half sounds acceptable.
Oh come on, it’s fun here in the loony bin! I could even give you a lunar name and we can sit together, getting sloshed on Nyquil.
A lunar name? I’m almost afraid to ask! Moon rock? Blue Moon? Stella Luna – now that I could go with!
Julie, I was thinking about this comment in the shower this morning and I think it could be taken the wrong way. I’m not making fun of you, but of me. I should have added this line to make it clear:
I hope you are better at lunar names than I am!
Wow. Eight hours? No. That’s some commitment.
I’m with you. Nanowrimo in its required form during studying is not going to be for me. But I will use the incentive to do a few words a day – maybe 100. Maybe.