I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving
I Write To Stop Time
If we were having coffee, I would ask how you did with writing in November. I really dropped the NaBloPoMo ball this year. The week of Thanksgiving wore me out and then I got a cold, and I just wasn’t feeling it. But I’m okay with not doing it the whole time.
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I am so good at letting go of time. Of surrendering time. Of losing time.
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.
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I’m writing some blog posts in advance, to make it easier to post every day (it obviously hasn’t totally worked) but as I’m thinking about things, ideas are popping up like popcorn and bouncing up out of nowhere. It reminds me of something I did for Cohiba.
Summer fun worth mosquito bites? Yes.
It is time again for another Share Your World! This time both existential and silly. How would you answer?
What was the last URL that you bookmarked or saved?
After last year’s NaBloPoMO, I had so much fun hopping other blogs and talking to other writers that I set a goal for myself to do at least two more months of posting-a-day. I just did April and will do at least one more, so to help with this, I’m doing a round up of interesting blog prompts.
But I don’t know if my computer is capable of saving them. I can’t find the document anywhere, and I fear it’s gone for good. So much dialogue.
If we were having coffee, it would be because you got on a plane and flew here from another place. I have not really made friends out here, and that’s kind of sad. I met with a mom and her son earlier this week, one I have talked to before, and it was nice. I’ve also started going to an open playtime at the local community center, just to let Wee One run off some steam in this dead of winter (more on that later) and climb and play on things we don’t have at Casa In-Laws.
To begin this year’s NaBloPoMo, I am going to do something I’ve never done before: formulate a picture of the person I am trying to reach. Of my typical reader. Of you.
Hi, you.
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 