Thursday, November 1, 2007

Write On!

Yo yo yo, it's NaNoWriMo; here we go! In general, I do believe in quality over quantity. But when I'm paralyzed, any movement is a positive development, even if it's just a muscle spasm. And at the end of the first day, I have more than 1700 words on the screen. For the record, Ada does not feel that this is the best use of my time. In turn, I do not feel that being up and crying 3 hours past successful bedtime is the best use of her time either.

Ada did the funniest thing last weekend. I was playing Wii with my sister in the family room while my mom was playing with Ellie in her room, down at the other end of the hall. Our family room and Ellie's room are like the weights on a barbell, with other rooms (a bathroom, my room, Ada's room) shooting off the main hallway to the sides. So it's not like a barbell at all, but the family room and Ellie's room are at opposite ends of a hallway, see?

Anyway, Ada got bored with the way LilSis and I were neglecting her, so she crawled all the way down the hallway to Ellie's room for some more stimulating company. Once she got there, she got up on her knees (tall kneeling!) and looked at me, while defiantly shutting the door. Her reach is impressive, but she is only 9 months old. So she'd push the door a bit, crawl toward it, push it some more, crawl to catch up, etc., until the door finally closed. Until the last possible moment, she stared right at me, meaningfully.

I got the message!


  1. I love when they are that age. Very cute. Good luck with NaNo.

  2. Yes! Such a good age. Except for the separation anxiety.

    Good luck to you, too!

  3. Good luck!
    Is it always in November? Because it would be good for me, but Novembe? I dunna think so. My bday, the Girl's bday, the annual Advent Guide, and Thanksgiving? Uhhhh, no.

  4. PK, thanks! And, yes, NaNoWriMo is always in November, always inconvenient. Ellie's birthday is in October, and somehow that makes the entire month stressful and busy for me. How? I have no idea. It's not like I throw her 200-seat, black-tie dinner every year. But I can see how having two birthdays in November, plus the work stuff and a major holiday: significant hurdles.

    Hmm. Perhaps that's the point? If I can do 50,000 words in November, I suppose that I could do it anytime?

    I'm just writing from when the kids go to sleep until I pass out every night, so it's not eating into my daytime life at all. Except for the fact that I'm sleep-walking everywhere I go, and periodically mentioning people who don't exist. But aside from that . . .