Okay, I am not certain whether I should be elated or crushed that I have completed approximately 40,000 words.
You see, National Novel Writing Month is really about to end come Friday, November 30th and I am supposed to write the remaining 10,000+ words by then–no, no, no, it’s impossible–while managing my regular life.
I am panicking–and who wouldn’t? It’s a competition between myself and my brain and I am losing–because I tend to be a bit of an over-achiever… and I am nowhere near where I “ought” to be.
However I am also relieved because I have come 4/5ths of the way, even if I do not arrive at my destination (50,000 words) by midnight Friday. (Let this serve as an example of a positive reframe of my initial thoughts).
So, what comes next? Well, I am going to sit with the panicked feeling for a while longer before getting dinner. Then I will plop myself back down in front of my laptop and begin hammering away at those last 10,000 words. I can do it, right? 🙂
In the midst of all of this (well, really early this morning to be exact), apparently I had time to write a poem. Thinking about it now, I would like it to be a part of a series revolving around the theme of winter. I’m not panicking, right? It’s just 10,000 more words…I am beginning to wonder if blog entries count…
Insomnia, along with the howl
of the wind.
Night is no longer night, but
fragments of moments,
through which sometimes
there is sleep.
Tonight, Rome is beautiful chaos
wrapped up in serenity.
-Diedré M. Blake