Easy as A, B, C . . . from BB
“Oh, Monday morning, you gave me no warning of what was to be . . .” The old Mamas and Papas song is floating through my head, yet I feel rudderless today. With my usual huge push at the end (though I did manage to spread it out a little farther than usual) I completed my 50,000 words for National Novel Writing Month (NaNo) well before midnight November 30. Make that 52,000 plus!
And today is Monday. Today begins December. And I feel rudderless.
No more mad dash to make up the 20,000+ words I’m still missing. No more spending hours and hours hunched over my keyboard. Every. Single. Day.
No more shoving all things aside until “after November”!
Oh, I know. I could get right to work cleaning up the dreaded first draft. I could bring the story to a more satisfying conclusion (as it stands, it’s only the first half of the story. Or maybe not even quite that).
I could finally balance my check book.
I could work on the editing I promised a friend.
I could polish and send out the article I’ve written in hopes Writer’s Market or The Writer would publish it . . . it’s that good.
I could clean the kitchen.
I could finish the laundry.
I could read all the old newspapers I’ve put aside throughout November to read when “I have the time”.
But when you’re rudderless, you can’t tell which way to go. Well, you can, because you see all the possibilities you’ve been passing up. And you don’t know which way to go.
It all makes me think of the Lady Astor quotation: “Years ago I thought old age would be dreadful, because I would not be able to do things I would want to do. Now I find there is nothing I want to do.”
And that’s my quandary. November’s over. I made my goal. Now it’s Monday. And December.
And there is nothing I “want to do”!
See you day-after-tomorrow for Wednesday’s WIPs!