I had plans to get my chores done today and then start the NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month – a challenge to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November). As I’d done with my previous novel, I was excited to get into it, and to get off of my ass for a bit. I’d gotten into the habit of walking on the treadmill while writing, averaging about 4 miles on a good writing day. So, when I got home from doing my chores, I figured I should have lunch first. That’s where it all went downhill. I think the sofa and my butt have something going on. As soon as I sit, I’m done for. I try and tell myself that today will be different but it never is.
After lunch, I grabbed the computer and went to town…on everything but my writing. Cleaned out my inbox from crap that I’d saved from over the weekend. Wrote a blog post on my ingenious new pumpkin recipe. Posted to Twitter which made me want to cruise Twitter for awhile. It made me think that maybe I should just not start NaNoWriMo today and I should go for a bicycle ride to get some exercise. Maybe I should just go to the treadmill and start writing.
There’s always yard work to do. I got up because I heard the Rice Krispy Treats calling me. I read through the note sent to me from NaNoWriMo that mentioned having a snack – like a Rice Krispy Treat. Damn them! I traded my neighbor for the treats over Halloween. I have two left in the pantry. I can hear them rustling.
Then I remembered I needed to get the guacamole made for dinner. Taco Salad Monday. I know, it doesn’t go together very well but it’s what we do on Monday so we have some sort of football food, that’s not too horrible, to counterbalance the weekend gorge-fest that we usually have. While I was there, I decided to separate and freeze the multi-pack of boneless, skinless chicken breast I bought.
I thought what a great way to get started writing then to write a blog post. Here I sit. On the couch. I wonder if it’s too late to get started writing.