I cried on the way to work yesterday listening to the story of the real
Winnie the Pooh. I got chocked up during staff meeting when I shared
that my youngest children had roles in their school Remembrance Day
ceremony and I was sadly stuck in a stupid staff meeting. I got all
teary again when I drove past the cenotaph on my way to the coffee shop
that evening because a group of uniformed cadets were standing at
attention and had been taking shifts there all day.
Needless-to-say, I was an emotional wreck, and as I sat in the cafe and stared at my screen I felt creatively bankrupt and all I wanted to do was go kiss the face of my sticky little niece who kept grinning at me from across the aisle (from a table having much more fun than I was).
I ground out my words. I met my daily word count goal. They're garbage, I'm sure BUT I got them out. I wanted to break 30,000 words but it just wasn't in me.
Needless-to-say, I was an emotional wreck, and as I sat in the cafe and stared at my screen I felt creatively bankrupt and all I wanted to do was go kiss the face of my sticky little niece who kept grinning at me from across the aisle (from a table having much more fun than I was).
I ground out my words. I met my daily word count goal. They're garbage, I'm sure BUT I got them out. I wanted to break 30,000 words but it just wasn't in me.
After I got back home and put the children I bed, I climbed into my own
and watched a Melissa McCarthy comedy. And yup - I cried! By eleven
o'clock I was dead asleep.
This has been the toughest NaNo day for me thus far. Here's hoping it's just a little blip in the bigger picture.
This has been the toughest NaNo day for me thus far. Here's hoping it's just a little blip in the bigger picture.
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