Just a few quick words to the miniature versions of myself that I have spawned in partnership with my husband.
I am beginning to think that this is what a Frontal Lobotomy feels like. I can’t concentrate, create or focus on one single thing. I found myself too often today staring off into space without comprehending anything going on around me. And before you say anything, I know that I have a habit of staring off into space, but that is usually when I am writing and poking at a scene and it is for a purpose. But the amount of snot I am hoarding inside my skull right now is making it hard to be articulate. I vowed in the spirit of writing to participate in NaBloPoMo, though, so here I am trying to keep up with my promise.
I originally planned for this post to be released last night on Halloween, but minions and a sugar-induced coma (mine, not the minions) blew that right out the window. So today is November 1st, 2013 and marks the beginning of the annual “thirty days of literary abandonment” known as NaNoWriMo, or National Novel Writing Month for those who are not familiar with this cruel punishment. You have 30 days to write a 50,000 word novel of original origin, meaning not the half-baked story you tossed aside months ago or the almost completed novel that you have been slaving over. It has to be a new story, never told before by you, the writer.
So here I am, back again in the blogosphere spouting off nonsense to the meager crowd of my friends & family who are willing to read something I’ve created. As you can see from the previous post, it has been a long time since I’ve graced these pages with my words and no, I still have yet to figure out WordPress. Fortunately for me I have a group of highly intelligent friends and family who ARE familiar with WordPress that can decipher it for me.