NaNoWriMoWhatDidIGetMyselfInto?

I’m in a panic. I’m sitting in front of my laptop with beads of perspiration forming on my forehead. I’m peeling off the two sweaters I’m wearing because my room is cold but I’m overheated. No, it’s not menopause. I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo. In fact, I began writing this blog post last Saturday. Overachiever- maybe. Type A personality- probably not. Sometimes I tend to think of myself as having a Type A minus personality type but that’s my internal barometer on a bad day.

A year ago, a friend suggested I take part in NaNoWriMo. I looked at her as though she’d just eaten a spider. She had to be delirious- I almost pulled out the thermometer. But after a year of blogging and becoming a true member of the writing community, I decided I would go for it. Why couldn’t I write 1500 words a day and have a 50,000 word novel by the end of November? It sounds glorious. At that point, my draft will be complete and I will spend December editing, spackling and painting my very new novel. I may put a shingle out or maybe even shutters.

I found the draft a couple of days ago. It’s something I had planned for a mystery that I’m calling Do No Harm: A Daisy Muñiz mystery. I’m getting somewhere with this one. It’s about a murder that takes place in the hospital where Daisy has just received her promotion. I guess you should have read my first Daisy novel, Woman Found, to know how important that promotion was- but that book hasn’t been published yet.

I’ve turned myself inside out preparing for this event.  Well, not really. I’ll still be working 9 hour days with an hour commuting. I did make that appointment for a mammogram on Tuesday evening. We will be having a house full of people over this coming Saturday. Thanksgiving will be the easiest writing day all month. Our good friends invited us over for the afternoon. I’ll try to fit my writing in between the early morning 5 mile Turkey Trot and an afternoon of Turkey stuffing.

My stress level started to rise on the second day. I didn’t have as much free time as I managed to eek out on the first day. This morning it went even higher. But as I was spreading butter on my toast it hit me. I’m only involved in it because I want to be. Not because someone told me I had to or if I didn’t take part in NaNoWriMo I’d lose my driver’s license. I had a chat with some friends the other day about how busy we all are- by choice. We could sit in front of the television watching someone else’s “reality show” or building resentments over someone’s “good luck” over fortune created. It’s an active choice to participate fully in this thing called life.  I’ve decided that whenever my stress level begins creeping up over NaNoWriMo or any other thing that I’ve decided to do, I’ll remember that I made the choice to be fully present in my life. I can handle luxury problems. Life is good? Isn’t it?

Any NaNoWriMo or other luxury problems that you’re handling? Would love to hear about them!

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