Here’s where I’m at: I’m hungry for a meal that requires absolutely no effort from me. I want to drink Champagne in a bathtub which is full to the brim and has some kind of needlessly expensive bubble-making product in it. My shoulders are sore from being hunched over this laptop, and I didn’t have time for a full yoga practice this afternoon. Today I wrote close to 4,000 words. This time next week, National Novel Writing Month will be over.
I keep having ideas for new projects. Poems, short stories, personal essays, novels(?) and so on. It happens to me every Nano; I am overflowing with ideas that I wouldn’t have any other month, which are currently of no use. Sometimes I jot them down, but often I don’t. Maybe I don’t trust them- come December 1st I could look at them and realise they’re mostly garbage. Like the epiphanies you have past midnight when you’re three sheets to the wind. Still, I’m excited for a time when I’ll be free to start something new. The idea feels strangely luxurious.
One thing that’s different this year is that I can imagine editing this novel, and it doesn’t seem like more work than I can possibly handle. I don’t know if it’s the novel that’s different (better) or whether I’m just feeling more capable. Either way, it’s a pleasant change. I feel this way: Things are possible.
I don’t imagine I’ll have time and content for another blog till NaNoWriMo finishes, so I’ll see you at the finish line!