Once was a coincidence. Twice is a bloody pattern. Next Halloween I’m hiding in a closet for 48 hours.
Last year, on November 1, I fell and chipped a bone in my elbow. It required surgery and I was out of work for almost two months. I came back just before Christmas, with two new screws in my right arm. This year, I was driving to a friend’s house for some Halloween shenanigans Saturday night and spun out on a ramp, ending up in a ditch. I’m fine-ish. The car is fine-ish. Luckily, my back tires were still on asphalt and the cop was able to back the car out of the grass. No tow truck required. He checked it over and sent me on my way. I was closer to my friend’s place than mine at that point, so I just went to her place rather than head home. Of course, the adrenaline crash meant I was zonked out before midnight. What a night!
The best thing about this shit, are the mini panic attacks I’m going to have every time I get into that car for at least a couple of months.
I’m taking the car to the shop to have it checked out today. The tires are not that old and I want everything looked over. I’ve driven it a couple of times and it seems to be ok but I’m surprised I didn’t wake up this morning to a flat tire or something. Just what I didn’t need to spend money on right now. I’m hoping for an all clear but I fully expect to have fucked something up that will cost a nice penny to fix. Oh joy.
But it’s November! For those of you not in the know, that means it’s National Novel Writing Month. NaNoWriMo. Or NaNo for short. NaNo is crazy. The goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. That’s 1,667 words a day. If you’re a writer, or would just like to be, head over to NaNoWriMo and sign up. Pick your home region (I’m Saint Louis, MO.) and meet some people, join some write-ins, and get cracking on those words. Don’t stop. Don’t edit. Just keep writing. This is about quantity, not quality. My first write-in is on Saturday. This means I’ll have to get my butt out of bed in the morning. I am not a morning person. Hiss. Boo.
Happy November, everybody!
I am about to lose a month of my life. If you are a book lover, chances are you are also a writer. November is National Novel Writing Month, affectionately nicknamed NaNoWriMo. During NaNo, participants attempt to write a small novel in 30 days. The word count goal? You must write 50,000 words in one month.
Doing the NaNo challenge is a breakneck race to the finish line and you can’t stop for anything. You can’t stop to edit. You can’t even stop to think. If you stop, you’ll lose. You’ll fall behind on your word count and it is murder to catch up. NaNo is nothing more than word diarrhea. It gets you writing; and as long as you are writing, you are producing something. Even if what you are producing is complete utter crap. But NaNo gives you free license to produce complete utter crap. It’s about volume. You can edit later. Just don’t stop writing!
Large cities have their own region forums. Saint Louis, Missouri is mine but there are also region forums for Columbia and Kansas City. Each region has their own municipal liaison, or ML. They organize kick-off parties, official write-ins, and any after parties. Our region’s ML, Jen, organized the kick-off party for Saint Louis a few weekends ago. It was great. It’s always wonderful to see fellow NaNo’ers and reconnect with people who are just as crazy as you are.
A write-in is a gathering where NaNo participants huddle in coffee houses, furiously typing and guzzling caffeine in liquid form. Or not. Not much writing actually goes on during a write-in, I’ve found. But it’s great fun meeting with other writers and making friends. You get to tell everyone your novel idea and grouch with everyone over your sore fingers. And drink coffee. Lots of lovely, lovely coffee. Did I mention the coffee? My town’s write-in is every Saturday morning in November. I can’t wait.
But the fact of the matter is that I won’t have as much time to read while doing NaNo. During the month of November children get shoved out the door to “play”. Pets go unloved. (Not my cat though. She knows perfectly well that if she wants attention while Mommy is on the computer all she has to do is park her furry butt across the keyboard. Mommy can’t ignore 9 pounds of fluff sitting on her hands.) But if you don’t see as much activity on Lady with Books, it’s because I’m having a small freak out over my word count and have forgotten the world exists. I’ll be back in December.