I’ve spent the last two weeks fishing the depths of my being for words. Writing a novel in one month is ambitious and anyone that has ever done NaNoWriMo will tell you that it’s no simple feat. I’ve spent hours in front of my computer. Sometimes the words spill out. Other times I feel like I’m fighting for each one. Sometimes I’m happy with the tone and the content and other times, I’m shocked at the darkness that I immerse my characters in.
It’s such a commitment and a time vacuum. I’ve missed creating images. I’m wishing I had more time to work on our adoption paperwork (we’re almost there).
Only two more weeks and I get my life back. I’m hoping that I can catch up some ground I’ve lost over the last few days and finish strong.