Well, it took six days for me to get behind. I'm down, but not out - this isn't that kind of whine.
It's this kind:
How come when you are doing something that is important everything under the sun happens to prevent you, or at least discourage you, from doing that important thing? (Yes, I know that's a run on sentence - stop editing!) Seriously - it happens to me every single time something good is coming. It's the calm before the storm, only in reverse. And it's really, really annoying!
NaNoWriMo started on the 1st of the month - and here's what's been happening in that last week:
Shorty and I saw the doctor - we both have had the respiratory flu, and now we have the stomach flu to go along with. I'm just coughing a lot and mildly nauseated. Danny, on the other hand, has been puking up his heels every evening. It's a little hard to write and hold a little boy who's guts refuse to stay put. (How I can actually DO that is a whole other topic - God gives mothers superpowers, I just know it!)
My husband and I ended up in a huge argument that lasted all day and part of the next. It was stupid. I was right, he was a jerk. (yeah, okay, so that's not really true - it was six of one, half dozen of the other. Hey, I never claimed to be perfect.) I can't write when I'm mad - it just comes out as bad words and complaining.
I sprained my thumb somehow. At least I think I did - I was standing in a second hand shop today and my hand went into this massive cramp. That five hours ago - and I still can't move my left thumb without excruciating pain. Happily it's just my thumb, but that's my space-bar digit, so it slows down the typing a bit.
My nephew (you know the one with the three kids that went on the cross-country adventure with me?) had another crisis. So I spent a while in tears. That's always conducive to writing - if you're working on a Shakespearian tragedy, but not for my current work in progress.
Add to this all a dog that has to be taken out once in a while, a cat that likes to sit on my keyboard and tries to escape every time I take the dog out, having to run interference between dog and boy, dad and boy, boy and anything that might possibly bruise him, dog and anything that might bruise me and the presence of a very necessary bottle of nasty tasting cough syrup and box of kleenex... well, you get the picture.
Once I did sit down to write this evening, with the boy in bed, the dog on the couch and the cat sprawled all over the living room floor - I can't for the life of me figure out how to get the king to the place he needs to be to meet the heroine of the story. He's very nice, but he's very reserved, not the kind of guy to jump off the page and talk to me. What does he need, anyway, an engraved invitation? Where are my voices??? I have no voices in my head - and that, for a writer, is frightening!
exxxxxhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllle.
I ought to just go to bed, get a good night's sleep, and start fresh in the morning. Oh, wait - that won't work. I have to pick my husband up from work at 11 pm. And tomorrow, he works a ten hour shift starting early, so it'll be poor sick me, poor sick, bored little boy, ADHD dog, and escape artist cat all day long.
I should be at 10,000 words. I'm sitting at 7,440. That's not too shabby, all things considered.
I shall overcome.
No, maybe not - but I shall write!
It's this kind:
How come when you are doing something that is important everything under the sun happens to prevent you, or at least discourage you, from doing that important thing? (Yes, I know that's a run on sentence - stop editing!) Seriously - it happens to me every single time something good is coming. It's the calm before the storm, only in reverse. And it's really, really annoying!
NaNoWriMo started on the 1st of the month - and here's what's been happening in that last week:
Shorty and I saw the doctor - we both have had the respiratory flu, and now we have the stomach flu to go along with. I'm just coughing a lot and mildly nauseated. Danny, on the other hand, has been puking up his heels every evening. It's a little hard to write and hold a little boy who's guts refuse to stay put. (How I can actually DO that is a whole other topic - God gives mothers superpowers, I just know it!)
My husband and I ended up in a huge argument that lasted all day and part of the next. It was stupid. I was right, he was a jerk. (yeah, okay, so that's not really true - it was six of one, half dozen of the other. Hey, I never claimed to be perfect.) I can't write when I'm mad - it just comes out as bad words and complaining.
I sprained my thumb somehow. At least I think I did - I was standing in a second hand shop today and my hand went into this massive cramp. That five hours ago - and I still can't move my left thumb without excruciating pain. Happily it's just my thumb, but that's my space-bar digit, so it slows down the typing a bit.
My nephew (you know the one with the three kids that went on the cross-country adventure with me?) had another crisis. So I spent a while in tears. That's always conducive to writing - if you're working on a Shakespearian tragedy, but not for my current work in progress.
Add to this all a dog that has to be taken out once in a while, a cat that likes to sit on my keyboard and tries to escape every time I take the dog out, having to run interference between dog and boy, dad and boy, boy and anything that might possibly bruise him, dog and anything that might bruise me and the presence of a very necessary bottle of nasty tasting cough syrup and box of kleenex... well, you get the picture.
Once I did sit down to write this evening, with the boy in bed, the dog on the couch and the cat sprawled all over the living room floor - I can't for the life of me figure out how to get the king to the place he needs to be to meet the heroine of the story. He's very nice, but he's very reserved, not the kind of guy to jump off the page and talk to me. What does he need, anyway, an engraved invitation? Where are my voices??? I have no voices in my head - and that, for a writer, is frightening!
exxxxxhhhhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllle.
I ought to just go to bed, get a good night's sleep, and start fresh in the morning. Oh, wait - that won't work. I have to pick my husband up from work at 11 pm. And tomorrow, he works a ten hour shift starting early, so it'll be poor sick me, poor sick, bored little boy, ADHD dog, and escape artist cat all day long.
I should be at 10,000 words. I'm sitting at 7,440. That's not too shabby, all things considered.
I shall overcome.
No, maybe not - but I shall write!
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You'll do it. I believe in you. I got stuck a couple of days ago and instead of writing, or sleeping, I'm here at your blog. Sigh. We'll do this. And your king? He needs some kind of crisis to draw him out of the castle and where he needs to be. :)
I"m totally right there with you. Only I whined on my blog. Because that's what I'm very good at. :)
Here's a deal. You keep going and I will too.
Hey, I'm barely at 8K something. Don't be too hard on yourself. Nano is just to get you writing, not to stress you for life. Well, that's what I'm telling myself.
Sorry for all the bad crap going on. Hope you're all feeling better soon and that you'll get in an easy 10K next week.
Hang in there! You're a winner in my book.
Wow, the same thing happens to me every time I try to do something good. Everything that can go wrong will. Opposition in all things, I guess. You just have to slog through it.
Potassium helps with muscle cramps, which sounds like what's going on with your thumb. Eat lots of bananas, they're loaded with potassium, and there's no cooking or washing involved. All you have to do is peel and eat.