National Novel Writing Moods
October 28th, 2008Yesterday, I was a gunner. Ain’t nothin’ that could break my stride. I unpacked our new, beautiful pots and recycled the boxes. I embarked on a massive kitchen redesign and dropped off an old kitchen things to Goodwill. I returned extra place settings to Macy’s and bought two trays and four tea strainers at Crate and Barrel. I bought two weeks worth of groceries at Trader Joe’s with Kevin’s credit card per our New Food Plan. I mindfully placed our china in squishy containers, which reminded me of the scary part of ET when the men come in white suits. I taught a backbend oriented yoga class and made a grilled chicken salad with craisins and flavored walnuts.
Today? Not so much. It’s cold! The weather plunged dropped a solid thirty degrees. When Phoebe and I walked to the ATM, the UNCC band played tubas at the intersection of Trade and Tryon; cheerleaders on the other side of the street were freezing their bloomers off. Both Phoebe and returned to the apartment with the windblown look — it looked cuter on her. This frigid turn of events is a sign from the universe; I should spend the day inside, swaddled in blankets, with laptop and tea.
Which leads me to my semi-point. Only four days remain until November 1st! The beginning of National Novel Writing Month. This is my first year attempting the challenge; I have also peer pressured my mother and dear friend Kaaren to join me. I’m excited and a little nervous. I’m also kind of wondering, what happens on days like this? When it seems like a hero’s challenge to button my coat. Is it like teaching yoga, where some days I’m brimming with ideas and other days, I stumble over my words? Can I develop a ritual or rhythm to work on my writing on days where I feel more gelatinous than inspired? We shall see … I’m hoping to learn a lot.
