Where’d I go? NaNoWriMo!

I’ve got the Dixie Chicks in my ears and I’ve plugged away for the last three nights to pull out 2050 words for NaNoWriMo. Nowhere near the 1667 per day recommendation, but 2050 more than I had three days ago, so I’m winning. 

It’s been a whirlwind week and I had to take yesterday off to rest myself and get over a serious case of tired-and-achey.

Thursday was a day off to do our dental and eye checks, and then DD and I had a delicious dim sum lunch before heading home to vegetate. By the time I woke up Friday morning, every bone in my body ached like I had been slammed into concrete. My toes felt broken. Not a good sign, as I was due to go to the long-anticipated U2 concert with BB, who was over from Paris. Soldiering on through the day, I was wiped by the time I got home to get ready to go out again. But go out we did, after a mini-meltdown. (Are you sensing my meltdowns seem to be occurring with almost precise regularity?)

#U2 #U2ietour2015U2 was nothing short of spectacular. Emotional. I found myself laughing and crying. Raw and exhilarated. Young and oh so very old. I was spent by the time I got home later that night (well, technically, VERY early the next morning).

Saturday was a day packed with errands and the annual greed-fest known as Halloween. DD went as the ghost of a Pink Lady from Grease. Don’t ask. It was creative of her; she tries so hard to be girly but she has a definite Goth edge. We walked around for over two hours before I lost the will to live and begged to go home. When do they get too old to trick or treat, or old enough to go by themselves?

I cannot for the life of me remember what we did on Sunday, other than troop out with half of London to see the Oxford Street lights go on that evening. It’s officially OK to talk about Christmas now. Just in time! I need something to look forward to, and distract me from waiting to hear about MBA applications. 

It feels like it’s going to be a rough month and I have no idea why. It could be because I am messing around with my eating habits, which triggers my other auto-immune condition. It’s just stupid, I know. I am learning to accept that some days, just getting out of bed is a victory. Some days I can fly and some days I have concrete blocks on my feet. I haven’t got the energy to do a root cause analysis. Perhaps NaNoWriMo will get me through the month?

How are you feeling? Are you doing NaNoWriMo or NaNoBloPo? Have you planned out and scheduled your posts?

15 thoughts on “Where’d I go? NaNoWriMo!

  1. jmurphynd says:

    So insanely jealous!!! The U2 concert sounds fab BUT THE OXFORD ST. LIGHTS!!!!! I’m dying. Maybe we can get Christmas-y via email? Swap gift ideas, etc:) Help get you through this month!!! I also need to get back on track re:self-care, so there’s that too. XO J

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  2. theflyingcashew says:

    I keep seeing NaNoWriMo everywhere this year. I think it’s because I really want to participate but feel like I should dedicate this time to major editing of my last year’s win. Good luck!

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  3. joey says:

    Not NaNoing this year, but working on last year’s NaNo novel. Good luck with yours! 🙂
    I’m totally jealous, as U2 is the band I’d most like to see in concert and have not. I’ve been to hundreds of concerts, but they’re rather international, so the closest they come is 5 hours from me. Maybe one day!
    As for Halloween, I cut Sassy off this year, age 13. When I ordered her costume, I reminded her this was her last Halloween to trick-or-treat. I’ve never cared for passing out candy to teenagers and adults. It’s a kids event to me. I suppose there will be parties soon enough. I wouldn’t even mind to throw one when she and Moo are both in high school, but no more door to door begging, say I.

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