So, it’s the new year

I just watched America ring in the new year.

15 hours after we did here in Brisbane.  It was, if anything, a non event.  Covid put paid to anything as lavish as it had been in the past.  It reminded me of thetwo times we were in New York for New Year’s Eve and the first time we couldn’t get near tTimes Square, and saw the ball drop in Central Park, and the second, in a Times Square hotel not far from the action.

This year we saw it on TV.  Oh, hang on, the TV coverage didn’t cover the ball drop.  What the?

But not to put too fnei a point to it, I didn’t really miss it.  Notthere, and not here.

Any other year?  Perhaps.

Two years ago we were in Lake Louise in Canada, and it was amazing to say the least.  The Fairmont hotel had been setting up for it all day, right down to watching a hoard of staff trying to put together the portable dance floor, and later, when exiting the restaurant, watching the crowded hoards dancing to their own music.  Or so it appeared.

We dined in the restarant, and it was a magic night of dining, in a magical setting.

Just saying that I don’t think that New Years Eve will be topped in what might be the rest of my lifetime.

This year, nothing.  I was up writing, and on the dot of midnight there was 15 seconds of fireworks.

We usually watch Sydney’s New Year’s Eve party and the fifteen to twenty minutes of fireworks after, but Covid put paid to that too.

Ten or so years ago, when imbibed with more enthusiasm, we went to a club on the border between Queensland and New South Wales where one had daylight saving and the other didn’t.   It was fun to celebrate New Year’s Eve twice, but not when we went back to the motel and discovered, after a rain deluge, all our rooms had sprung leaks and everything was wet.

The days of those adventures are more.

I’ve got used to staying in five and six star accommodation, but now we have retired and the income doesn’t match the lifestyle we used to have.

And with Covid always lurking in those dark corners waiting to pounce when least expected, I’m guessing my 2021 will be much the same as 2020, in isolation until we get a vaccine and the idiots finally realise they’re dicing with death, ours not theirs.

Still, it could be worse.

But, despire the glass half empty attitude, I hope everyone else has a happy new year and a much better 2021.

NaNoWriMo – Day 10

It’s officially time to panic!!!

Before I started today’s block of writing, I loaded up my trust Excel spreadsheet which holds a loose plan of the Chapters to be written in the book.

Well, that’s what I started with, but since I’ve been melding old and new together, and the story is coming together, I needed to go forward and make sure the chapters to be written followed the storyline as it is now.

That was a shock. After an hour of moving stuff around, going over what’s been written, and checking the word counts, up to yesterday there was a disparity of 12, from the NaNo total of 20077, the sheet told me I had 20089.

So far so good.

Then I listed the headings of all the chapters to go and it came out as 99. Yes, 99 chapters. And I have got about 40 written. So let’s do the math, 20 days, 59 chapters, that’s 3 chapters a day.

Is it possible?

It might. If I start cutting now, but even then, it’s still a monumental task.

Stick with me and let’s both see how this goes.

For the statisticians, todays total is 2,321 words, for a so far total of 22,398.