Monday, November 1, 2010
Once upon a time there was a borderline anxious peri-menopausal forty-something copywriter mom who entertained the idea of participating in NaNoWriMo. It would begin on All Saints' Day.
She thought about it long and hard. Hmmm. She reckoned it'd really be something to accomplish that 50K words and boy, wouldn't it get those creative juices flowing! Plus, November was a long month, right?
Well, no. Just 30 days. But still.
Plus, she could dig out that old never-finished novel and rework it from her new middle-aged perspective! Her poor young protagonist, Rebecca, had been waiting in a drawer for about a decade for the borderline anxious peri-menopausal forty-something copywriter mom to pick her up again.
There was one small item to be dealt with though, before making the final commitment to NaNoWriMo. The matter of Time (with a capital T).
She'd already vowed to start swimming again - gotta keep the lung capacity up now that cycling's on ice for the year, and gotta keep those slightly questionable cholesterol levels down. She hadn't been able to swing that one quite yet. The swimming, that is.
So, the NaNoWriMo quest. When something like this comes along to fill up a big timeslot that was not available, the arithmetic of it would have to be fixed. Something had to go. But what?
Spending time with her young, adorable, inquisitive, energetic son, which was currently limited to after work and before bedtime?
Spending time with her lovely husband, precious time grabbed only after son was asleep?
No bloody way.
Do the writing during lunch?
Er, most of lunchtime was spent at her desk working already. Or doing errands.
Getting up early?
Oh, that old saw. That's swimming time, silly!
Hmmm. What could go? What could possibly be given up? What could go in order to make room in her already crowded schedule?
*Idea* [insert lightbulb image]
NaNoWriMo. Just say "no".