As I was writing my post for yesterday, I thought back on the 1/4 novel I wrote for NaNo a few years ago. I have thought about it over the years and revisited it a few times, done some light research for the time period, but not a lot else.
I’m holding off because I like having it there. I like having something promising and potential.
But do I want it to stay there, in the “someday?” Of course not. I want to see it through. I was to see it grow up. Hence the thought that came up when I reflected on it yesterday afternoon: “You should just fucking finish it.”
See, yesterday morning, I went and got my hair cut. Finally. I talked about it here before, opportunity costs and having trouble making decisions. I was looking at my hair in the pictures from a Halloween party and decided enough was enough. I was going to cut it. I took myself to the hair dresser before I could change my mind.
I showed her how short I wanted it, and already, she was cutting off, like 10 inches. I had heard about people donating their hair, so I asked her about it, how much would be needed. She told me and then pointed out how short it would be if she took off enough to donate. It was still a good length for me, so I did it!
It’s a little shorter than I thought I wanted it, which sort of bugs me, but then I remember I donated it, something I’ll probably never do again, and start to think of this haircut as special. Donating hair is something that is a bucket list item for many people, so I’m thinking about bucket lists and how I did something on many people’s bucket lists. If I have a list, if I have anything on it, its to publish a book.
So I should just write this fucking book.