I’m coming off of a two day migraine, I’m babysitting today (a five month old), I’d like to cook a thing or two for Thanksgiving tomorrow, and don’t forget the monster in the laundry basket encroaching on my bedroom demanding attention. I pushed through the pain (light sensitivity) and wrote the first day of my migraine, but I didn’t do it yesterday. AND today I feel like writing as much as I feel like cleaning toilets. Did I mention my kindergartner is home today? (No, she isn’t in the laundry basket, that’s dirty clothes waging war with the surrounding territories.)

I’m 33,000 words into NaNo (Nation Novel Writing Month), leaving 17,000 words to go. Quitting sounds so so so so good today (when did those little voices return?). And yet so wrong when I am this close. Whoever said week three was easier is a LIAR! For me, week three is much harder than week two. Distractions are piling up, and it’s hard to stay focused on something I don’t have to do. No contracts are goading me, no agents counting on their cut. No steady stream of readers (yet).

But I am so freaking suborn (err… that is to say, determined). Even if I have to write in ten minute spurts. I’ve got to spit this thing out. I have to do it. Regardless, let it be known, I HATE NANO! (Perhaps I’ll change my mind about that next week.)

 Delilah Rehm

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