Nano has started, and I’m not doing so hot. On days when I could have been writing for more extended periods, I didn’t because I was on my phone. I need to ignore my social media, at least for this month. It doesn’t help that I have several projects (knitting, crocheting, etc.) I am trying to finish before Christmas either.
Plus, I have this post to write and get up, cutting into my
writing time.
I don’t know why I’m having so much more trouble
concentrating on my story this time around. All I do know is I’m spending time
doing other things instead of writing.
Yeah, I know I’m a turtle when it comes to writing, but I
can usually keep up with the minimum words per day and write
every day. Not this year. And I have no good excuse for it.
I have been doing National Novel Writer’s Month for a long
time, and there really is no excuse for letting myself get distracted like this.
This is becoming a huge problem for me.
Then there is my lack of participation in write-ins, which
really isn’t my fault.
First, on Halloween night, I noticed my porch light wasn’t
working. Getting my aide to change the bulb didn’t work so I had to call my
landlord. Until then, I’m not leaving the house, if I’ll be coming back after
dark, just not. It's way too hard to see the locks on the door without light.
Let alone that it’s not safe.
Don’t worry it should be fixed today.
Of course, the Saturday write-ins are during the day at the
library, but I missed that first one because of my car issues, which is ongoing because honestly, I don’t have the money to fix it. Which also means I
don’t have the money to replace it either.
It does work. Sort of. The A/C/Heater/defroster doesn’t
work, and my car overheats if I drive around too much. Which basically means
short trips only and bundle up!
I’m still not sure how I can get all the work it needs done.
Worry isn’t helping my writing either.
And I’m supposed to avoid stress!
On a lighter note, some of my colleagues at work and I got
into a discussion the other day about accents, which devolved into two of them
talking about how many times they’ve had people ask them where
they are from, then proceed to ask where Idaho is or mix Idaho up with several
other states that begin with the letter I.
Of everyone there, there were only the three of us who are
actually from Idaho, as in born and raised. We’ve all lived elsewhere, but
I’ve never had that happen to me.
I did have an incident when I was living in Tacoma when a young
man said he was from a small town in Idaho, that I would have never heard of.
Now the background for this is that I’d gone to a
young adult dance with a friend of mine and we met a couple of young men who were
in town for the summer, for their jobs. We’d all introduced ourselves, and my
friend and I pointed out that we lived in the area. Not a lie, she was born and
raised in the area, and, at that point, I’d lived in Tacoma for almost two and
half years.
We then asked these two guys where they were from, and one
said he was from LA while the other said he was from a small Idaho town that I would
never have heard of.
My friend kind of smirked in my direction, knowing full well
I grew up in Idaho. I folded my arms, looked straight at that guy, and said, “Try
me.”
And he said, “A little place called Oakley, I told you, you’ve
never heard of it.”
I thought that over a second or two and responded. “My uncle
lives there.”
Now you could have scrapped this guy’s jaw off the payment!
He honestly thought neither of us would have ever heard of
it, let alone I actually knew, was related to, people who lived there. But the
funniest part was, I’d given him my first and last name, he knew it, and it
never dawned on him that I might know his high school math teacher, even though
we have the same last name. Or rather did, that was three years before I got
married.
I still don’t know how he didn’t even consider I might be
related to my uncle when our name is not anywhere as common as say, Smith or
Jones.
And how are all of you doing on your writing? You can find
me on the NaNo site listed as FaithfullSpirit2.
Happy writing everyone!
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