NaNoWriMo is Challenging
Especially when, during the final week, your remaining feline companion has kidney shutdown. We are easing her passage tomorrow. We lost Merlin, in March. Now we say farewell to Amber, who was older, and quite a bit wiser.
I have a couple emotional scenes in the book, which I've been avoiding writing in public for fear I would get sappy at Bob's Java Hut. You are not supposed to cry at the Biker Coffee House. Maybe I can write them tomorrow, or maybe I won't be able to write at all.
I'm at 35033 words. Yay.
I will really miss Amber. She's sitting on the floor right behind this chair, lending me her support. She's not happy, barely able to eat and drink, weak, chilled . . . but we're together here for comfort, doing what we can to support each other. If the book is published in the end, when I actually finish it and revise it, etc., I'll dedicate it to her memory. She's been a fabulous kitty.
Normally I'd dedicate to my partner Thraicie who is unreasonably supportive of my writing. It's irrational, I tell you, when we have our own business to run. But she just says, Go, Jane, Go!
Or maybe I can fit Amber in as a character and immortalize her that way. It's what writers do.
Anyways, I should be going to bed, but the sooner I sleep, the sooner I wake up to a sad, sad morning.
I am grateful for the work though, for those 35K words. I am loving the journey, even when I think it would be easier to pull out my teeth with my fingers than to pull the words out to describe what I see in my head and feel in my gut.
Wax on, wax off. Philosophy. Duty. Practice. What better time than this? Grateful for the moments which teach us compassion and the value of companionship.
I have a couple emotional scenes in the book, which I've been avoiding writing in public for fear I would get sappy at Bob's Java Hut. You are not supposed to cry at the Biker Coffee House. Maybe I can write them tomorrow, or maybe I won't be able to write at all.
I'm at 35033 words. Yay.
I will really miss Amber. She's sitting on the floor right behind this chair, lending me her support. She's not happy, barely able to eat and drink, weak, chilled . . . but we're together here for comfort, doing what we can to support each other. If the book is published in the end, when I actually finish it and revise it, etc., I'll dedicate it to her memory. She's been a fabulous kitty.
Normally I'd dedicate to my partner Thraicie who is unreasonably supportive of my writing. It's irrational, I tell you, when we have our own business to run. But she just says, Go, Jane, Go!
Or maybe I can fit Amber in as a character and immortalize her that way. It's what writers do.
Anyways, I should be going to bed, but the sooner I sleep, the sooner I wake up to a sad, sad morning.
I am grateful for the work though, for those 35K words. I am loving the journey, even when I think it would be easier to pull out my teeth with my fingers than to pull the words out to describe what I see in my head and feel in my gut.
Wax on, wax off. Philosophy. Duty. Practice. What better time than this? Grateful for the moments which teach us compassion and the value of companionship.