The Best of Intentions

Right, so you may have noticed that my NaNoWriMo word counter is gone...yep. I have pooped out.

I had the best of intentions--it was sort of a last-minute decision, so I thought, "I'll write a cute, fictionalized version of my story! My weight loss adventures, and all that." So I sat down and started writing...and promptly thought, "Huh. I've already told this story."

Having this blog allows me, whenever I like, to tell my stories in real time, in my own voice. Trying to make that story into a novel felt impossible, and false. It just wasn't working.

So, on Day Two of NaNoWriMo, I determined that I would write a different story. Only...I didn't. Instead I cooked yummy, healthy foods. I made cards. I worked on my scrapbook and completed my annual viewing of all ten episodes of "Band of Brothers." I tutored in a local fifth grade classroom. I drove up to Mom and Dad's house for the weekend. I just didn't feel a story in me, but I did feel all that other stuff. So I bowed out of NaNoWriMo, and maybe next year I'll be ready to try again.

Besides, this coming week is going to be crazy. I'm going back home tomorrow, to clean cat cages and then my apartment. I'm leaving Millie and Harley with Mom and Dad. This week I have two dress rehearsals for Mozart's Requiem, and two concerts. I have Mom's big craft faire and bake sale next weekend. I'll be baking up a storm for the sale this week, and I want to spend some time practicing Keane's "Perfect Symmetry" on the piano (I just bought the sheet music). I am also contemplating practicing my long-dorman part-writing/arranging skills by arranging a Keane song into four-part harmony. Just for kicks. Because I can, and I want to.

So, really, who needs a novel, anyway?