I intended to start NaNo last night at midnight. By 9:30, I was struggling to keep my eyes open, and by 11, I had fully convinced myself to go to bed. It had been a completely draining day, with multiple Halloween parties and, of course, trick-or-treating. I didn’t wake up once until 7:45 am.
I am not sorry I didn’t stay up until midnight, but I am concerned that this morning I felt no more like writing than I did last night. My enthusiasm, where did I put it?
However, despite these setbacks, I did get up and go straight to my computer – well, I stopped for a bowl of Cheerios. As I was pouring the milk, I heard footsteps, and the next thing I knew, everyone else in the house was up. I persevered and brought my laptop into the living room, leaving the rest of them in the family room playing Mario Kart. I put in ear plugs and went to work.
I’ll be honest: it was like pulling teeth. I set the timer so I would have a goal: write for one hour like I’d planned to do last night. I made it to the one-hour mark, but every minute was slow-going. I am so not feeling it. Hopefully, as the day goes on, I will get back into the spirit.