I am still writing, and managing some
kind of daily post — but what has suffered is keeping up with you. I
am not commenting, not because of my usual circumspection, but because
I am not there. Aside from the few days around the election, I have
barely been online. A bit of skimming here and there, and that’s about
it.

Yesterday began badly, with much pain and little
enthusiasm. I gave myself permission to skip writing, but pushed myself
though taffy to get to the local NaNoWriMo meeting — and I’m so glad I did. They listened, they encouraged, and I came home feeling much better, re-energized.

I told my poetry mentor
last week that my ‘novel’ has the same problem that my poems often do:
a poverty of verbs, a paucity of action. Then one of the NaNoWriMo  cohorts said that literary fiction is focused more on character and less on plot. Clearly, that is what I’m writing.

Literary fiction. Yes, indeed.

And when I’m not being literary, I am staring at undemanding TV. Mostly house & garden TV.
All visuals, little thinking. My brain is sort of — dense — right
now. I realized, during this morning’s walk, that I’m not even taking
photos. I walk along, thinking about this unreal world I am making, and
not of the real one I’m walking through.

Three more weeks of this, more or less.

I hope you’ll stick through it with me. Wait — I hope you’ll stick with me through it. This.

Gosh, I’m tired.

 

[Yesterday & Today: 2087 words. So far: 32669 words.]