This is the first weekend in The Great Tea Debacle (it comes out in a great booming voice in my head, in case you were wondering). So far things have sucked. I wrote some during the week, and I thought to write some this weekend. I thought to write quite a lot this weekend.
Then my allergies flaired. I feel somewhat better today, but not great.
Then Piper started. Poor thing has been off the mark for the last few days, and yesterday she was a mess. I was so tired and frustrated by the time evening came, that I was near tears. The husband was gone all day (big surprise here ) and being alone with a million things I wanted to do was no fun.
Finally, yesterday evening, my husband and his buddy were talking, and I guess the buddy is bringing his new girl over tomorrow evening. Thank goodness I was already planning a big dinner, so there isn't much extra effort there. The big thing is that now I have to do housecleaning I wasn't planning on doing, and I was going to write today.
Today has already been interesting. Time changed last night. Piper woke up and when I checked the alarm clock, it said 5:30, so I thought, "That's okay. It's close enough to six that we'll just get up." Then I make it to the computer, and realize that we didn't set our clocks back before bed. It's really early.
Now, I'm going to try and write a few words since Piper is napping and the husband is still in bed. While I write, I am going to enjoy a pot pie for breakfast because it was the only thing that sounded good. Hopefully, I can have a decent number to email in tonight.
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The problem with the internet is my inability to reach out and give you a hug, or to reach over and buy you a drink... :) I am beginning to suspect, between the condition of my own head and the talk of other Tea Debaclers (which sounds like Spackle, to me) that November is just a cursed month. Perhaps the NaNo gods have ranged against us.
Still, writing a little is foward motion, and no matter how much it is, forward motion is a success. Mark it off as a victory (even though, as I can sympathize, it doesn't FEEL like much of a victory) and keep slogging onward.
And keep talking to us. Lacking hugs or teas, I can listen more gooder... :)
Perhaps it is. My luck usually runs toward:
If I have something planned that is for me, that I would like to do, which makes me feel good, the Heaven and Hell will move to make sure it doesn't work.
At least that's how it has felt for the last few years. I just want to write something and get it completed, edited, and out for submission. It will probably take me ten years to accomplish all of that.
Also, I don't want everyone to feel sorry for me. Sometimes we all just have to vent frustrations. I have a lot of frustrations awaiting venting. It happens.
Venting is good for the internal systems, I say. And I, for one, believe that all of you with small children deserve major kudos for being able to add words to a novel on a regular basis. I've really got it easy in that respect.
As it is, I still manage to find things to get in the way :D
But I was thinking just last night that, while I will most likely not win all the Tea, this Debacle is making me add words to the novel - and that's a Good Thing.
Keep going. That's all we can do.
:hugs:
Venting is okay, as long as we can give you hugs after. :)
You've got it right, Kristine. The main reason I joined up for this doohickey had nothing to do with winning tea.
It's a way for me to add words and talk with you weird lot. Makes me fit right in, it does.
Good, those are the best reasons to have joined. The tea's an extra bonus, at the end, as it were... :)
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