Come Inside My Head, if You Dare…
The junk that pops into my brain
OK. On November 1st I wrote 637 words. Nov. 2nd about 260. The 3rd and 4th were spent playing with my granddaughters, because I was visiting them. What I wrote the 1st and 2nd was crap anyway.
The plan is to start fresh tomorrow (the 5th). I am 8,330 words behind at this point, and trying not to panic.
My muse better show up bright and early! I’m writing anyway, regardless. I make no promises about quantity or quality.
Now it’s early to bed to rest up for the day ahead 😉
Specifically, the NaNoWriMo jitters.
Less than a week away and I’m getting very nervous. I still have no clue about what I want to write, who my protagonist(s) are, and who’s point-of-view to tell the story (what story??) from. My brain is a vast plain of nothingness.
Maybe this is the way my subconscious prevents me from getting a head start (cheating). If so, I better wake up November 1st full of ideas and momentum. Do you hear me subconscious mind?
Then, I realize I’m not home at my computer on November 1st. I’ll be at my daughter’s house, recovering from Halloween festivities with my granddaughters. Mental Note: pack a new notebook and several pencils to take with me. Who knows? I used to write epic stories in spiral notebooks when I was a kid. Perhaps returning to my “roots” will give me the creative boost I need. Or not.
Stay tuned!
I found this photo of my parents yesterday. It made me cry to see how healthy they were back in the mid 70’s.
My dad would rarely crack a smile for the camera, so this photo is truly precious.
Gaylord & Nita McGuire dressed as hillbilly’s for a Halloween party.
They were both born on October 19th.
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