I know I’m stating the obvious, but today is October 30, which means that November arrives in 2 days. It is suddenly occurring to me that the world will not brake to a halt to allow me to focus only on my Nanowrimo novel for the month. I know that it isn’t necessary for that to happen, but it would have been nice.
My life right now is made up of an odd set of commitments that are far less restricting than when I worked full-time at Appalachian State, yet still unexpectedly busy. I now have not one but two nonfiction projects that need attention, and it turns out that I will not be able to finish them in October, as I had hoped. Surprise, surprise. I take some comfort that I am better able to multi-task nonfiction projects than if I were to work on two fiction projects at the same time. Still, this now means that I will spend my mornings immersed in novel-writing, and then rather than enjoy the rest of the day in a happy “I wrote something” glow, I will have to return to the keyboard to work on the nonfiction projects.
On the other hand, I am starting to regain a sense of satisfaction in time spent writing, one that gets lost sometimes for inexplicable reasons. Perhaps I have nothing to fear in the month ahead. It will be a chance to spend time with the words, a joy in the act itself that requires nothing more than my willingness to start.