Nanowrimo
I ended Nanowrimo with over 38,000 words. I am pleased with my progress, though annoyed with my ability to self-sabotage. I came into the home stretch and choked. Actually, I got into an angst ridden mood and squandered time. Knowing that I am negatively affected by an untidy environment, I still backslid on the housework, chalking it up to nanowrimo. Of course, it got to critical mass, and I had a meltdown. The final afternoon, I recieved feedback from a contest I had entered the first few chapters of my other book. I told myself not to read it, because it would put me in a foul mood and inhibit my ability/desire to write. I ignored my small still voice and read it anyway. Needless to say, I was bummed out to the point I didn't write a word and stayed in my pajamas until 11am the next morning.
That being said, I am proud of the fact that I forced myself to go to the Nanowrimo celebration gathering, even though I was cranky. It cheered me up immensly. I'm sure to you normal folks, it makes no sense to have to drag yourself to something you'd been looking forward to. However, I have an addiction to control, woe, and anxiety. It's weird, but if you knew more of my childhood, it would make perfect sense. For me, calm is abnormal, so I subconsciously ripple a still pond, if my life is without it. At any rate, this is definitely progress for me. i bought myself a new to me pair of gloria vanderbilt jeans that fit gloriously and a pink plaid fitted shirt to attend the function. I had a good time and laughed with other novelists. Then, I took myself to the library booksale and bought a canvas bag $10 that allowed me to tetris in books from anywhere in the library sale. You couldn't have gotten another book in there without some bacon grease and a hammer. Stupid Newton's law of matter.....
I'm calling Nanowrimo a success all the same.
I'll post more about other stuff later. Lots of hugs.
That being said, I am proud of the fact that I forced myself to go to the Nanowrimo celebration gathering, even though I was cranky. It cheered me up immensly. I'm sure to you normal folks, it makes no sense to have to drag yourself to something you'd been looking forward to. However, I have an addiction to control, woe, and anxiety. It's weird, but if you knew more of my childhood, it would make perfect sense. For me, calm is abnormal, so I subconsciously ripple a still pond, if my life is without it. At any rate, this is definitely progress for me. i bought myself a new to me pair of gloria vanderbilt jeans that fit gloriously and a pink plaid fitted shirt to attend the function. I had a good time and laughed with other novelists. Then, I took myself to the library booksale and bought a canvas bag $10 that allowed me to tetris in books from anywhere in the library sale. You couldn't have gotten another book in there without some bacon grease and a hammer. Stupid Newton's law of matter.....
I'm calling Nanowrimo a success all the same.
I'll post more about other stuff later. Lots of hugs.