NaNoWriMo that is. I’ve totally fallen off the wagon, writing only one day in the last week! Everything is messy here, everyone has been sick and I’m so tired, most of the weekend was spent out of the house and there just seems to be no time at all.
Or rather, when the baby sleeps, there are other demands on my time.
I do want to write, and I intend to get back into it today, but I think I’m officially declaring that ‘winning’ NaNoWriMo is no longer my intention. I’m not going to kill myself to reach the 50,000 word mark. Instead I’m just going to enjoy writing as much as I can, when I do get the chance.
And sleep when I need to.
I’ve noticed over this last week that I’ve been feeling more introverted. I’m using the net less, blogging less, checking into the various forums I’m a member of less, I’ve barely twittered in days and force myself to check in but usually end up closing tweetdeck without looking through the backlog or tweeting myself. This seems to be a natural part of the pregnancy process for me, a retraction of the ethereal threads of myself so that I can focus the energy where it really needs to be. On the baby. On Ivy. On Lauren. That’s really my world right now. Getting through each day and enjoying the children I have in the world while I grow the child in my womb.
The writing is still going to happen. Just not as quickly.
And tomorrow afternoon we get to find out when baby is due 🙂