So I had a really rough year so far. My mother-in-law- passed away and then my own mother not three weeks later. With my husband and children reeling it was all I could do to keep our home functioning at a reasonably normal level...and that was ALL I could do.
I managed to get my second novel in to the publisher in by the deadline, but only just. It was LITERALLY the actual deadline date. That is so unusual for my Type-A self and let me tell you, it was a miracle.
But something happened to me. I don't know if it was the stress or sorrow or the way I just stuffed everything down to get through the days...whatever it was that I did to survive until now...it sort of fritzed me out.
So I am floundering. I have an outline that I've really, really, REALLY, fought to get done. I have an encouraging spouse and critique partner rooting for me.
I have the scenes in my head. I CAN SEE THEM.
Feel them. Hear them. I can practically TASTE them!
And yet I sit at my laptop and wrestle through doubt and critical thoughts and insecurity. I write and delete and repeat. I am getting nowhere.
Then my NaNoWriMo buddies started emailing. I started to get pumped. I started to feel excited and engaged and even...ambitious again.
So I am going to do NaNo this year with a vengeance. I usually join for the kids in my writing class and spend most of my time on forums and encouraging others. This time I am doing NaNo for me.
I am committing to me time. To my story. To the idea that digging in and believing in myself will bust me out of this funk.
If you all are doing NaNo add me as a writing buddy. We can do this crazy thing together.