NaNoWriMo has defeated me this year. It’s just not going to happen. Between another Evil Day Job project that must be complete by the end of the month, hosting Thanksgiving and all the cleaning and preparation, and Sig’s obstinance, I haven’t even opened my file in several days.
I lost momentum last weekend. We drove to Granny’s for an early Thanksgiving, and my brain decided to take a vacation. Literally. I’ve been on a mental holiday since. I’ve played a lot of games and had my nose to the grindstone at work all week.
On the home front, I’ve cleaned the complete pit of a basement, thrown away tons of trash and broken toys, stacked a huge pile of toys to donate, cleaned the fridge, re-organized my two pantries, and gathered a stack of small appliances to either sell on craigslist or donate.
This weekend, I still need to go through the kids’ clothes, donate what they’ve outgrown, put away all the summer stuff, and drag out the winter clothes.
The carpet cleaners are coming Monday.
The turkey’s thawing in the downstairs fridge.
I have a huge Thanksgiving prep spreadsheet going.
Hopefully the week’s break from Sig has let my subconscious churn a little on where I want to go with Sig’s story. If I can finish the first draft this year, I’ll count it a huge victory, even if I’m nowhere close to hitting 50K by the end of the month.