Saturday morning, I came to the sudden realization that I was doing Nanowrimo whether I liked it or not. After several hours of denial in which I instituted time-old delay tactics, such as twitter and tumblr, I decided on a story to work with â€” a novel in poems involving the interweaving and retelling of many fairy tales and myths â€” and began to dig in.
This weekend was an excellent lesson in making time to write.
On Saturday, in between switching out laundry, I wrote. After going for a 4 mile run/walk, I wrote. In the few minutes before I had to leave for the awesome Dia de los Muertos party, hosted my fantastically awesome friend Lise, I wrote.
On Sunday, I woke up early and wrote, because I knew the majority of my day would be given over to helping my sister move from one apartment to another â€” both apartments were on the second floor. Well, one was on the second and a half floor, because there was a flight of stairs just to get to the second floor, which means my legs are all wibbly wobbly today. While my sister and mom were organizing all the moved-in things, I sat in the living room and wrote some more.
The result: 3,079 words written.
Already, with just that start, I feel better. The poems are more prosey than I’d like, but that’s for editing to fix. The months of feeling stuck and miserable from not writing has slid off my shoulders. This was exactly what I needed. I have a mountain of work ahead of me, but if I continue to be creative with my use of time, then I’m certain I can make it all work.
This is the mountain of things to be done during the rest of November:
1 â€” Trip to the U.K. for work. I’ll have a day and a half in London to tour the city, which will be action packed
3+ â€” Bridal party events to attend, including the bachlorette party, the rehearsal, and actual wedding itself.
2-3 â€” Thanksgiving dinners. The family dynamics are shifting this year and I’m not sure how it’s all going to fall into place.
27 â€” Blog posts left to be written as part of NaBloPoMo.
46,921 â€” Words left to be written for Nanowrimo.
Unknown Number â€” Of books to be read, runs to be run, and hang out time with friends and family have to be fit in.