I am making an effort not to talk so much about TTC these
days. It’s part of a bigger effort not
to THINK about TTC, and so far, I think it’s working. Sort of.
For example, I can tell you that I was so exhausted last
week (possible virus? No good reason otherwise) that I actually had a whole
dream devoted to drinking Diet Coke.
Everywhere I went in my dream, I had a huge fountain cup of diet coke to
down. I kept feeling really guilty for
drinking all that Diet Coke and not enough water, but I sipped that
caramel-colored, aspartame-laced carbonation anyway.
All I can say is this… you know you’re tired when you’re
dreaming about caffeine.
I can also tell you that Catch is away with her students at
a retreat in the mountains this week, so I’ve decided to spend a few days with
my parents and turn my 45-minute commute into a 10-minute one. That means that I actually have time after
work to stop and do things like a) buy a new pair of pajama bottoms from Old
Navy because I forgot to pack mine and I don’t think my parents will appreciate
me walking around in my underwear, and b) pick up a new Moleskine because…
While plying me with (two) mai tais on Friday night until I
was beyond tipsy but not quite fall-down-drunk, Catch convinced me that I
should participate in NaNoWriMo this year.
I presented her with the following logical reasons why she
is bat shit crazy:
- I am too busy. Work, work, blah, blah…
- I have no creativity in my system right now. I
haven’t even picked up my camera. What the hell would I write about?
She responded by telling me that she will make sure I get
time in the evenings to write, and offering that we can even go sit at
Starbucks together like we used to so I can write and she can grade. Then, she
gave me a great idea to write about.
What could I say? At
that point, I didn’t have the focus or the energy to stay upright on my
barstool and attempt to discredit my
The more I really think about it, the more I think it might
be good for me. I’ve missed
writing. I used to write
constantly. If you asked me what my
hobbies were when I was 23, I would have said writing, online dating, and
writing about online dating. And maybe increasing my tolerance for
alcohol. Now, I would say knitting,
photography, and reading. All worthwhile
pursuits, but how did I ditch all of
my old hobbies?
Well, ok, I ditched online dating because I met Catch, and I
didn’t really ditch the alcohol bit until we decided to start doing that thing
I’m not supposed to be thinking, talking or writing about, but STILL. (Yeah—I know there were mai tais in this
story already—it’s been a rough month and I made an exception.)
So, NaNoWriMo it is.
30 days and 50,000 words starting November 1st. I did it back in 2004 and 2005 and SO enjoyed
myself. Maybe it will help take the edge
off of the thing that we’re not talking about right now.