As Samhain is the pagan new year (and my wedding anniversary) I’m always a little reflective on Halloween. So much to the chagrin of my husband, I decided NOT to go to bellydance class this morning and slept in, started laundry, and am writing instead. With the coffee he so kindly made for me (well, and for him…but he made a new pot when I got up) and the boys lying quietly in my office for their morning nap, I have some time to think.
Lately it’s felt like I’ve had NO time for myself at all, much less any thinking time. From Renaissance Festival to Halloween we’ve been running pretty non-stop, and it’s been sort of exhausting. I was lucky enough to have two trips to LA in that time, worked six 14 hour saturdays for SS and four Sundays for the SOS girls, started teaching the new bellydance session at Leslie’s request, adopted a new giant dog…whew. August through October has been insane.
November won’t be much better if I decide to start NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month). I have the characters, I have the general plot…I can’t actually sign up for NaNoWriMo because I have the first chapter done, but I can use it as a jumping off point and really make time for writing. If I can get into the habit of writing every day, even for an hour or two…oh I want to finish one of the novels percolating in my brain this winter. And then start on the next one. If I could even sell one book we’d be better off financially and I’d really feel like I can DO this…becuase the dream is to be a full time writer, but the dream hasn’t been followed up by enough determination, and that has to change.