Not gonna happen, folks.
Nope. NOpe. NOPe. NOPE! NOPE!! NOPE!!!
I remember the joy and occasional exhilaration of creation without any self censorship, no worrying about whether or not it was good, just that it was.
I remember a couple of particular days when I went to bed knowing exactly where the story was going the next day, and sitting down the next day to discover that my characters had different ideas and something completely, 100% different was going to happen. It was glorious.
But I also remember just how much energy and TIME it took. And I am very, very well aware of just exactly how little spare time I have these days.
In 2011 and 2012 I ran the LA Marathon. In 2013 I trained and then got a little dinged and needed to heal a touch. In 2014 I trained pretty well for about three months and then got derailed. I haven’t done much running or training since then. But when the LA Marathon (or any others, for that matter) come around, I do wish that I was out there giving it a try at least.
Same thing here. My brain (stupid, stinking, fetid bastard that it is) is full of ideas and characters and today’s the start of NaNoWriMo why in hell aren’t we writing with abandon??!!”
Because it’s already 22:20 and I’ve still got other stuff that has to get done before I can go to bed and I’ve got an 08:00 meeting tomorrow followed by a 09:00 breakfast meeting followed by a 10:00 meeting followed by an 11:30 meeting and I’ve got a half dozen critical things to get done at work that are already on schedules that are way way too tight for my liking and I’m already trying to do all of that on maybe six hours of sleep a night and it doesn’t matter how much I really want to do NaNoWriMo even spending the time to think seriously about it will bring the whole house of cards down.
It may not be a popular move in my brain (have I mentioned that it’s stupid, stinking, and fetid?) but it’s the sane, responsible move. Someone’s gotta be the adult around here, and I guess it’s me. Again.
Adulting sucks.
