Shucks, I have neglected posting pics and telling stories from Halloween adventures, etc, but….
I swore I was never going to do it again.
I swore this is process is not conducive to how I write.
I have tried this little challenge twice before and only driven myself crazy while mayhem increased ten-fold around here with household epidemics of flu and colds and viruses galore.
I swore I learned my lesson and would never do it again under any circumstances.
Yet, after professing much cheerleaderness to many friends who are participating, I got a waft of its heady perfume and became transfixed. On Day 2.
So I am a few thousand words behind, swore I will just use it to play, but in playing, I think I really do have something worth pursuing, and it’s another children’s novel.
What is wrong with me?!
Well, nothing really, I was bogged down in the edits of my ongoing manuscript, and I craved a little more creative freedom.
I am using it to get back in the habit of daily writing, of exercising my imagination, and I do not care if I make the 1667 words per day that nano made me insane with before.
Now the only thing driving me crazy is that I can only focus on the joy of this new little story in bits and pieces throughout my days of Continuous Interruptus. And a little guilt that I am not wholly focused on the old project to finish its Draft 4.
But it’s not a lot of guilt. I feel like this is going to free up my brain a little bit so that when I do focus on the other project, I can be more creative where I’ve been stuck for so long.
Besides, I usually only give those edits a few hours once or twice a week at most lately even before Nanowrimo.
Why not add to the mayhem? At least this time, it’s for me.