You know, one would think that after writing 50,000 in 30 days, the dashing-off-a-blog would be as easy as falling off a log. Alas, as my friend Wicked pointed out "Nanowrimo has sucked the life out of me and every word with it." Well, that probably isn't an accurate quote, but she'll never know. Surprisingly when the adrenaline wore off, I found myself uncharacteristically void of anything creative or inspirational--a desolate canyon echoing only the sounds of the wind lacking color, texture or form.
And while I feel only marginally better today, I think is important to get back out on the proverbial horse.
One of the benefits of Nano wrimo is to develop the habit of writing every day... so I am making a tentative step to getting back on the horse and I'm starting with my blog. There is more that I'd like to do with my story, but that can be a secondary task. First back to blog.
Well, I'm sure something of great import happened during the last 30 days....something mildly amusing.....something routine, but unusual...hmp.
Well, actually, no. Life has been-fine. I have been disconnected from the news and the political circus and local crimes of violence and stoopidity.
Now I find myself looking at December 2nd with amazement and realize that something important is supposed to happen this month and I've been racking my brain to remember. I'm sure it will come to me one of these days. Meanwhile, I will keep on blogging, finish my story and work on my knitting whilst I catch up on some reading and movies.
I promise to rally the elves soon. Elves? mmm, that rings a bell. Bell?