A friend from work invited me to a paint party tonight. We arm ourselves with wine and paintbrushes, and try to relieve ourselves from some of the holiday stress that’s going around.
All I can think of is how much like a puddle of mud mine will look like.
I have a very particular set of skills. I am a good graphic designer (although I do not excel). I have a good eye for design (although it is not the best). And I like to create things, and I’m good at that, too.
When I was in college at the University of Iowa, my second year I switched from majoring in Music Education to Theater. Strictly the backstage stuff. I had done it in high school, and it sounded like it might be easier than what I had previously chosen.
One of the classes was an art class. For one exercise, we were asked to make a grey scale gradient out of squares. Man, mine rocked so hard. It was magnificent, if I do say so myself. The best in the class.
Then we were given a square of a painting. The idea was that everyone paints their little section, and then it all gets put together into one. Easy, right?
My square looked like mud. Ugly mud. I sucked not only at copying a painting square, but mixing colors, especially.
So tonight, as I take off from work to find the paint place and try some paint therapy (with a glass of wine, likely), I drive towards mud. I will update you tomorrow with the actual damage. (And hopefully comparison photos, if everyone lets me.)
November is over.
Thank you, Captain Obvious, you say.
Yes, well, I do have a firm grip on reality. Except when I don’t, like now.
I’ve been driving around since December 1st, my mind stuck in my book, fantasizing about what my characters are going to do next. It’s becoming a struggle to pull my head out of the clouds when I arrive places, and I’ve already forgotten where I was going one trip because my characters were so real, autopilot took care of the driving for me.
Right past the church. They needed an extra Cub Scout to help keep the place clean, right?
So I didn’t stop writing on November 30th. In fact, December 1st was a usual Sunday. I kind of struggled, and then moved on. Monday was spectacular, with almost 6,000. Tuesday was fair with just over the minimum 1,667. Today I’ve gotten almost the minimum just from before work and at lunch, and I plan to write frequently between now and when I go to bed.
(No promises about bedtime, though.)
I hope to keep this up until the story is done. I’ve got no deadline now, only the motivation to finish the story before January. (Wait, that’s kind of a deadline, there, isn’t it?) In January our LVPANaNo’s will be doing meetings where collaboratively we will work our novels towards publication. We’ve said we were going to do this for the past two years, but this year, it’s actually happening. (Thankfully, a WriMo has offered to help plan to keep themselves on track, and that is keeping me on track.)
I am looking forward to these January meetings more than is probably appropriate. Part of it is that I feel like I made friends this year, and I really look forward to seeing them again. (Not that everyone hasn’t been friendly in previous years. Sometimes I think my definition of “friend” is a lot stricter than everyone else’s.) Part of it is that it feels like more people are serious about their writing, and getting books published would be A) awesome if I managed to do it, and B) incredibly jealousy-inducing and motivational if someone else did it. (I’ll be honest, the jealousy monster is quite motivational in my world. I’ll congratulate you and be happy for you, at the same time I will wish it were me and wonder what I did wrong.)
But for tonight, I’m going to concentrate on finishing the story. I think this really is destined to be a 100,000-150,000 word first draft, so I need to hustle. I still need to squeeze Christmas in there somewhere.
I tried to spend November asking my kids what they were thankful for. I got the following responses:
But I didn’t really think about what I was thankful for. That part of the question didn’t come up.
I’m thankful for my husband, who puts up with my moods and crap either with a smile or a grunt, depending how he’s feeling. I’m thankful for my kids who call me tall when I’m putting myself down. I’m thankful for my parents being so close that I can visit them every weekend. I’m thankful for my extended family and their support in everything, even though they’re spread out from Washington to Iowa to West Virginia. I’m thankful for my cat who weighs 20 pounds and yet still manages to not have health problems. I’m thankful for an amazing group of people who are willing to come write with me once or twice a week in November, and maybe even once a month in the rest of the year. Actually, I’m just thankful for all of NaNoWriMo, for giving me an outlet for my writing and need to direct a herd of writers towards 50,000 words. And I’m thankful for a job that keeps me busy and that I enjoy 85% of the time.
So I hope you’re having a fantastic holiday relaxing and doing what you’re thankful for with people you love. And if you’re not, I hope you’re able to find time to be thankful for things you have in your life.
All the stuff I would be posting on Facebook but am thinking better of, but still really want to put up.
My son doesn’t like it when the cheese in his bologna and cheese sandwich gets all melty in his lunch box, so we’ll start making his sandwich unassembled, with the cheese still in its wrapper. Apparently nothing else gets too warm, not his yogurts nor his cheese sticks, so hopefully this will help.
I haven’t made it up at 5:30 the first two days this week. Yesterday it was because I hadn’t gotten enough sleep the night before, this morning it was because my damn phone died in the middle of the night. Tomorrow (today, at this point) I have tried to work out all those obstacles tonight so that I make my goal.
My writing kind of starts to not make sense in November because I’ve ditched my inner editor at the grocery store, so sentences tend to drag on, and my spelling sux. I’ll make up for it…well, when I figure out how to edit something I’ve written.
Since the primary goals for NaNoWriMo are A) don’t lose your mind, B) write as many words as possible, and C) try not to go into a stress-induced sugar coma, most of my words are going towards my novel this November. But for the next three weeks, someone in my family (not me) has three weeks off of work! That’s the perfect amount of time to develop a habit, so I am going to be very specific about my intentions for the mornings during that time.
I will wake at 5:30
I will proceed directly to the computer
I will spaz out 1,667 words
I will hit “save”
And after that, it’s dorking around time with the kids, getting them breakfast if they haven’t already managed it themselves, and maybe typing a few more words between games of Temple Run 2 and episodes of My Little Pony, which I can’t help but watch even though I’ve seen them like a zillion times. I could probably even work in a nap (don’t laugh) after my shower.
Doesn’t this sound like fun? ^.^