I can’t say I’m surprised that my attempt at a writing habit took only 7 days to fail. I do have a chance at redemption for the month of July, as my camp goal was only 100 words a day, but above that was a goal of daily writing, which was the ultimate failure. This time.
I can only say that with my daughter and her friend home from college, life has been stressful and I have run out of spoons quicker than I planned. She has been dealing with anxiety ever since she arrived, and has exploded at times when I least expected it. She says she is working on her outbursts with her therapist, but as a mom it is hard to watch (and hear) your grown child berating herself for something minor, or yelling at a sibling for something even more minor. She says she is learning to unleash her feelings instead of bottling them up. I’m trying not to take her outbursts personally.
I am going to try to get back on track this month. My side job as a driver has given me a great opportunity to think through plot and characters, and I have a new idea for the Forever Novel that should help me punch out the missing 1,300+ words I need to catch up.
Hopefully I will have a more cheery update soon.
I’ve had this domain for over two years now, and I’m finally doing something with it!
Okay, I decided spur of the moment to set a (very) small goal for myself (100 words a day) and see if that gets me writing again. I miss it. Daily journal entries don’t count (those, at least, I know I can maintain. Baby steps).
I’m using Novlr (another purchase I made when I “won” NaNo at the end of 2020) to keep track. I hand wrote my first attempt late last night, and typed it into Novlr this morning: 167 words. On track.
I’m playing with my “forever” novel, the one I’ve had in mind for over 30 years. I worked on it during NaNo 2015, but didn’t get far. I have it in notebooks all over, started and stopped on a regular basis. I have learned many things about myself, my history, and the city of Detroit (the setting) in the past 4 years especially, that have helped shape the story in my mind. When I try to switch stories (like with my 2020 NaNo), I stretch my writing muscles, but always return to the Forever Novel when I think about writing.
I’m going to look at what I wrote in 2015, and perhaps my 2020 work (a whole fresh topic, that I had a lot of fun with), especially if I feel like I’m flagging at Camp.