March, where did that go?

I think when I woke up this morning, I thought it was the end of February, and though it doesn’t feel like it, the end of summer down here at the bottom of the world, so I think Rip Van Winkle and I have something in common.

I guess I’m still wondering where October went, and the month before that.

A lot has happened, though.  No, I didn’t get enough time to sit down and read a book like I was hoping to.  The shelves, and there are quite a few of them, are full, and I have to now replace books when I buy a new books.

Either that or I have to move into a larger house.

Wrong.

I’m retired, so shouldn’t I be downsizing?  Or do I build an Airbus A380 aircraft hangar out the back of my small retirement bungalow for the library?

Stories are progressing, though I haven’t written as much as I would like for each of them.  Instead, I have been editing a new novel and working on the plan for NANOWRIMO. The ups and downs of that have been chronicled in three posts already, and I’m sure as the month progresses, there will be more.

One day someone in a theme park will be able to create a new death-defying ride that will be called ‘NANOWRIMO will be the death of me, maybe’, with all the twists, turns, gradual ups, and terrifying downs, and that endless heart in mouth moment, followed by that intense feeling of sick stomach when something works or when something fails.

Maybe we should simply call the ride ‘A Writer’s Journey’!

As for everything else, it gets done when I can because I still need to get at least two hours of sleep and four hours dreaming up the next scene for whatever story I set in my head as my head hits the pillow.

I’m sure there’s an easier way, so if you know what it is, please tell me.

But as always in the life of a writer, there is a twist in the tail.

NANOWRIMO no longer exists. I discovered this when I tried to load the page to begin this April’s exercise.

It’s gone.

So, I’m just going to keep the spirit of the April exercise alive and pretend that the concept still exists.

Or spend the next six months finding an alternative because the concept really works. After all it had enabled me to write 8 novels over the past eight years.