At noon tomorrow, I reach my halfway mark for this wild party called National Novel Writing Month. But how goes my progress? It isn’t exactly good. I am mostly there if Murphy’s Law will stop jumping up to bite my ankles.
Aside from that, I need to add flesh to the bones of the chapters I have allegedly finished. When I glance back to confirm consistency and details, I see more telling than showing, which is less fun for my dear readers. Yet I forge through to new chapters and new turns of events because that is where my word count thrives and blossoms like kudzu.
And my celebrations of gratitude for pie? At this point, it looks like outsourcing our Thanksgiving feast will be the best option. While I find cooking fun and relaxing, for the most part, figuring out how to prepare my level of required deliciousness with the current state of my kitchen distracts me from all the other busyness exploding like fireworks in this November.
And finally, that little ray of sunshine we all need this month. The one that isn’t pie. What has this hobbit been grateful for this week?
Day 9: The ability to access so much information so quickly through the wonders of the internet.
Day 10: Fluffy socks make walks on cold mornings more viable even for a polar bear.
Day 11: When it rains at night. That way I can still walk myself in the morning and then get into everything else that requires my attention.
Day 12: Being reminded not to let the busyness get me down. Listened to a podcast yesterday that really delivered that message.
Day 13: Gentle writing reminders such as this, “If it’s curing insomnia or impossible to proofread, chuck it.” Yep, still fighting the word fight over here.
Day 14: Salad to cheer me up. Yes, sometimes even I need more than pie for sustenance.
Day 15: Friendly people who aren’t freaked out by my overly friendly oldest child who tried to make friends with everyone (and possibly a painting or two) at the eye doctor’s office this morning.
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