November 27, 2005

• 3 Days, 12 Hours, 8 Minutes ...

  
  

  ... left to complete my 50,000 word rough draft of the story I'm working on for National Novel Writing month and it occurs to me that there was nothing on that stress inventory on that last weekend morning before D-Day and realizing that you have 12,500 words to go.  I  lost several days last week for the Thanksgiving hooplah and now I'm in panic mode. 

  
  

  It happens about this time every year.  I suddenly realize that my book is stupid, I'm stupid, my sentences make no sense, and I was insane to ever consider that I might be able to do this.  It's an annual epiphany that I always forget until the morning I wake up and see it standing there at the foot of my bed shaking its head and tsking with its tongue.

  
  

  BUT - since I had my epiphany this morning at 7, I've written 2,500 words and my people are beginning to carry me on their collective backs toward the inevitable conclusion of the book.  So I hope that you are all having a fabulous day.  I'll be typing my little fingers off for several more hours. 

  
  

  I have to

  
  

  I already bought my celebratory reward

  
  

  And I will not allow it to sit there gathering dust until next year.

  
  

  PS _ please keep sending up prayers and good wishes for me as I pursue that just right job that will enable me to support myself and my kids JUST IN CASE this novel doesn't get snapped up with a hefty advance.  (Hey I can dream right?)  I start in again tomorrow hopeful about the result of some of the applications I've put in already but also knowing that if I'm to be eligible for my $71 a week of unemployment benefit (which I still have not seen the first installment of due to a processing lag) I need to find another 5 open positions to which I may submit my resume for consideration.

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