The writing project got off to a bumpy start, but nevertheless, the words are slowly adding up.
First, I had my second of two dentist appointments to repair broken fillings.
While I was still drooling out the left side of my numb face, we had to take Olivia to a new doctor to see if the reactions she’s been having to fruits is an allergy or some other anomaly.
Poor baby had to have a vile of blood drawn — results to come later this week or next. The phlebotomist happened to be a friend of Dom’s, so maybe we got the extra special treatment. There were tears, but she actually handled everything really well, especially considering this was all happening when she should have been napping.
Most of the day was shot, but I did manage to steal away for a few moments with my laptop and discovered an utterly maddening phenomenon was getting worse. As I type, my cursor hops around within previously written text so that what I’m typing gets shoved up into earlier paragraphs. Sometimes it just highlights and deletes sentences. Perhaps “someone” telling me that what I’ve written is crap and needs to go. Or maybe I listened to too many ghost stories over the Halloween weekend.
I didn’t get much writing in on Saturday and Sunday either, but that’s OK. I actually wanted to avoid writing too much on the weekends. I want to do things like we did this weekend — really tear up the house to get some cleaning done, carve a pumpkin a little late, watch Sophie fall in love with Snoopy’s World War I reenactments in “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown.” Eat slow meals of mussels and port poached figs. I want to enjoy these times without checking my watch and my word count.
So, I’m a few thousand words in and a few thousand words behind, but I’m not sweating. I think I’m discovering the thing some writers have said is the most important for succeeding in this NaNoWriMo project — and in writing in general — my writing routine.
I have a little plan for writing during the week and I’m looking forward to this first full week of NaNo to see how my new schedule will fit into real life. So far this morning — Monday — my first writing block was spent cleaning the sick off of Olivia’s sheet she deposited after eating what must have, at one time, been a magazine.
OK, that’s all I’ve got for Another 52 Weeks this week — 30 minutes and 400 words. Now back to work.