Every October I get bit by the NANO bug. I plan what I'm going to write. I write a blog announcing my intention and I update my NANO page with my new title and a blurb. I seriously consider going to the Halloween midnight write-in at PDX--but never seem to get there.
Then November is here. And the words aren't.
You'd think I'd get a clue. But, I always have faith that my muse will come out to play and bless me with fresh ideas and a bounty of verbs.
This year, the Fates have conspired with the elusive muse to do me in. Is it any wonder that I get any writing done when my life seems to depend on Fates and Muses???
Seriously though-- I started a new job in October. I was first told I'd be working something like 6-12 in the morning. "Great!" thought I. "I'll be able to go to work and stop at B&N on the way home--they are housed in the same plaza--and get some writing in."
Well, I started that shift. And are you freaking kidding me?? I had to get up at 4:30 and by noon, I was ready for a nap. So, no B&N for me.
Before the store opened, my manager told me he didn't want me for the receiving crew, he needed me for the floor. So,for two weeks I had retail hours--couple of openings, a closing, and a couple of mids. That's what I was used to from eleven years at Wag.
But then, my manager told me he wanted me on days only because I got a lot done. So, now I'm working 9-5. And by the time I drag my tuckered butt through the door, all I want to do is veg on the couch.
So--no writing has gotten done for the most part. I think in the last two weeks, I'd spent one day actually producing some product.
It's really been bugging me that I haven't written. I'm starting to get short-tempered and a little crabby--totally out of my character. Yesterday I was wide awake at 5:30 and I got up and on the computer. I opened my Pages Of Life file and started writing.
Today I got up at six and am writing this blog. I think I found my daily solution. And the great thing is, nobody else is up until six-thirty and that's hubby who's in the shower and not very talkative first thing in the morning. I think I'm going to like early mornings again.
PS--while the honeysuckle bud has nothing to do with the post--it's my last bud of the season. In mid-November!!! I couldn't believe it. It probably died last night though when our temps dipped into freezing. But still, I had honeysuckle from May-November.