Ugh. The day I’ve had. It all started rocky enough when I realized that I had emailed the wrong person about the wrong thing and made myself look hasty. Ick. While I was debating how best to deal with that–my options being ignore it and hope it goes unnoticed, or draw attention to it and explain–I saw that my baby pig was having some gastric issues.
Okay; “baby” is not a particularly accurate label. My piglet is actually…8? I think he’s about 8 years old now, maybe older. 2006…it’s 2014…so 8 sounds right. Anyway, he’s never really had any health issues, outside of his weight. He appears to have kidney stones, if my compulsive Googling and the unabated haranguing of my farmer pals has told me anything at all.
So…yeah.. I spent probably two hours walking him, fluffing up his straw and making sure that there were no hidden razor blades or ninja swords or Penthouse magazines that he could have gotten a papercut on. I fed him water-based veggies until he was more or less spitting them out. To make him feel like he was in good company, I ate probably three leaves of lettuce before deciding that the quality of our Romaine lettuce is really coming in to question.
What does all this have to do with NaNoWriMo, you ask? I’m getting there.
So after that, I had a few things to wrap up. Which I more or less did. But my mounting preoccupation with yoga distracted me sometime around 3:30. So I stopped working in order to do that. Then I got, like, phone calls in a row at this very pivotal and sweaty pose. And they were those kind of phone calls where you start out the conversation by saying, breathlessly, “Hey, I can’t really talk right now, what’s up?” but the people just sort of keep talking. Apparently Locust isn’t all that hard to hold and talk, though.
Then it was time for dinner. Hell, it was past time for dinner by the time I got up from my last stretch to cook..n But I run, and lately I’ve been hearing this insanely loud clicking anytime I extend and retract my left foot. So I let my more feminine and graceful friends talk me into a month of yoga. Which, in case you’re wondering, is much harder than it looks.
More lettuce and baby carrots for Bebop, and that Garlic Chicken crap from Costco that I love so much for us. And then dinner was done. So we watched A Million Ways to Die in the Old West, and then I decided to wrap up at least one of my little projects for the night before bed.
And THAT’S when I remembered: Oh yeah, it’s Day 5. I should have about 8.500 words by the end of the night… Yeah. About that…
And so here I am. Day 5, and a blank page ahead of me. And, I’m not gonna lie to you, people, I’m seriously thinking about giving in to the dark side and not writing tonight. Aren’t I just the worst kind of awful?
I don’t know why, either. Truth be told, I actually had a few topics to write about as backup today, just in case I found myself too disinterested to stay on track with my outline (which was sort of my problem last night). I was ready–I came to this knife fight ready to dance. But–as so many of us can probably relate to–I really just want to belly up, watch some Netflix, and get ready to recharge.
For those of you writers who are having a similar problem, I wanted to encourage you NOT to give in. I discovered something kind of cool today that I wanted to share with you. It’s the NaNoWriMo Reddit. There’s also a Writing Prompt Reddit, and I thought that these two things were the bees knees. Check them out, because I know you like cool stuff and creative ways to stay on task.
Until Day 6, you word count wizards! [tips her hypothetical hat]
Also, I found this funny, and am posting it here. Because I am.
Here’s a thread that I’m reading and re-reading to try and guilt myself into excellence this evening. Perhaps you, too, will find it inspiring: