Already with the NaNo blues, and some tidbits


So, it’s now November.

First day of NaNoWriMo.


It’s not that I’m not going to do it this year. Because I am.

I’m working on the same story from last year, Cherchez La Femme. That gives me a leg up, as I had half the word count last year (25,000 words). Only I’m not going to cheat and use what I wrote last year to pad my word count. I have some new ideas.

But after this past September, when during that whole month I was severely depressed, something happened to my writing. I mean, I was writing up to and including the day I fell, and I can’t put my finger on exactly what happened, but something happened. Something.

It’s not that I can’t bring myself to write. I’m not afraid to do it. I’m not being lazy or procrastinating.

It’s just….something’s different. About everything, including writing.

Currently, nothing is coming.

Well, it’s only Day One.

Maybe it’ll happen.

Anybody want to be writing buddies on NaNoWriMo? Oh please, please, please, please, please?!? Just look for angelgal1598 on the official NaNoWriMo site. That’s me. Let me know who you are, and I’ll gladly add you.



~ Guitar is really coming along. My assignment for this past week was The Beatles’ song “I Will.” It was mostly barre chords, and it was somewhat difficult. I can’t play it up to speed with the recording, not by a long shot, but it was still a good song to play along with. My barre chords are getting better. That’s a good thing, yes? My assignment for this week is to play Fleetwood Mac’s “Dreams.”

~ Older Sister is officially all moved in. Well, she wanted to get moved in before it got all cold and snowy. Her house hasn’t sold yet, but it will.

~ The pets are getting along surprisingly well for the most part. I mean, there have been little territorial spats between the cats, but nothing serious. No bloodshed. Thank goodness. Nuala seems to be more tolerable of Teag than she is of Camille. Can’t figure that one out. And Teag and Muirne get along great; I think Muirne thinks Teag is a puppy. And Camille has discovered Little Blue, and she is fascinated by him. Youngest Brother said one day, Camille and Little Blue had a two-hour stare-off. No joke. So it’s been interesting, to say the least.

~ And can I just say? Thank god elections are almost over! I am so sick of it all. That’s all I want to say about that, really. I tend not to get involved or immersed in politics. Politics = pointless, in my opinion. I’m not affiliated with either party so, Ben Lange, I can safely say ‘no party owns me.’ The two-party system doesn’t work anymore, anyway, hasn’t for years. And does anybody else in Iowa get the sense that Joni Ernst feels she is entitled to the role of US Senator just because she served in the military? Yeah, I’m really sick of that slant in her campaign. Oops, sorry, said too much.

~ On Monday afternoon, I have appointments with Doctor and Dr. S. Yeah, my appointment with Doctor is at 2:00 and my appointment with Dr. S at 4:00. Thank goodness they’re both based in the same building. I’ll only have to wait an hour in between appointments. Funny how that works, huh?

Overall, things are on the up and up. Hopefully they stay that way.

It’s funny. Older Sister told me to promise her I wouldn’t be that depressed again. Well, that’s something I can’t promise. I have it under control now, what with my meds, and I’ll be seeing Dr. S again. But a relapse is something I can’t control. I tried to head it off last time, but nothing worked, and I fell anyway.

I don’t know. I guess I’ll work on it. Be more vigilant about my moods, I guess.

I’ll see you later. And I’ll try to do better the next post.


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