Thinking about blogging is my new favorite pastime, because actually sitting down to blog has become rather a challenge. I’ve been working a lot lately or taking care of volunteer projects, and I have to say, being this tired…this will make some of you roll your eyes, but I’ve never been this tired. I cannot come up with witty repartee, or the niceties of polite small talk. All my energy goes into not crashing the car or giving into road rage while shuttling my kids to and fro however many times a day.
My mother, a hardcore yogi, says I need to do some yoga, that it will rejuvenate me, but the idea of making the time to do, never mind the money to pay for, such lavish luxuries stresses me out. I walk my dog instead, and my heating pad has been getting a nice workout across my shoulders, where the weight of my small world rests.
It’s been quiet on the creative writing front. Haven’t had anymore news (i.e. rejection), and haven’t had the time or energy to send out queries or write something new. I look forward to Nanowrimo, probably putting way to much stock into what I’ll get out of it, but every year, I look to it like it’s a writerly binge diet. I know that this is not a good sign, but it will have to do. If you don’t know, Nanowrimo is an annual November event, National Novel Writing Month, in which writers around the world pledge to write 50,000 words of a novel (or whatever?) manuscript in 30 days. That’s about 1,667 words a day, folks. I did it once, reaching over 50K (the first draft of the witch novel I’m now “shopping around”), and got to about 13,000 words and 8,000 words in other years. I plan to work on the sequel. Whoo hoo!
Who will join me? Really, typing with the heating pad across your shoulders is not that difficult!