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MoNoWriMo Sunday Night Check-in

I wasn’t kidding about getting up at 4:30.

“But it’s Sunday!” you protest. “A day of rest.”

Not if you’re ME.

I set the alarm for 4:50 … gave myself twenty whole extra minutes. I shivered down the stairs and fumbled for the “up” button on the thermostat. The temperature read 62 degrees.

I opened the laptop and hit the coffee maker button.

The dogs gamboled a bit, asking, “Are we going for our walk now? Are we going now? Yay yay yay! We’re going for our walk now … we’re going for walkies now! Walkies walkies! Wait … why aren’t you putting your coat on? Why are you sitting down? Why are you shushing us?!”

They accepted my failure to accommodate them with retriever-ish good nature and lay back down.

Is it even possible to write that early?



I haven’t re-read this morning’s work yet; it may be a steaming load of feces. But I did write.

5:52 a.m.

A door closes upstairs.

I can’t … I don’t … I … how? Why?

Is God trying to say, “How many times do I have to tell you? Give up the self-indulgent scribbling! I’ve tried to get the message through to you via this little perky boy, but you don’t seem to get it! You just get up earlier and earlier. Do I have to send over a thug to break your fingers?”

If this were fiction I would say, “Enough with the boy-getting-up-early scenario! You’ve flogged it to death. We get it. Ha. Ha. Wherever will she find the time to write? Come up with something new.”

Reader, if only it were fiction!

I closed the laptop. There was no cursing or resentment.

Never where my sweetie is concerned.

I grabbed a blanket and we cuddled on the couch for awhile, discussing Harry Potter and other things. (Do I think the actors Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson will get married? Why not? But what makes someone have a crush on someone else? Why does J have a crush on him? Why does he have a crush on K? He hopes K doesn’t find out he has special feelings for her.)

See. So much more important than my scribbling.

After a trip to the dog washeteria today, Cole had a friend over. I fixed them lunch, broke up some overly-exuberant wrestling, and got out the scale to demonstrate why the wrestling was not a good idea. (Cole’s friend outweighs him by sixteen pounds.)

I did manage to get in a little more writing.

Sorry to have buried the lead:

Word count for the week: 3496 words.

I will creep up on completion like a … like a … creeping thing.

Dinner is ready in four minutes. I’m outtie.


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Nov. 21st, 2005 02:59 am (UTC)
Am I to understand you got up early to write and instead ended up cuddlling under a blanket with your little one?
That is a treasure! A great way to start the day.
Nov. 21st, 2005 02:01 pm (UTC)
It's true ... I don't regret it one bit!
Nov. 21st, 2005 03:33 am (UTC)
I am so thrilled for you!!!!!!! You didn't give up!!!!!
You are inspiration personified! :)
Nov. 21st, 2005 02:02 pm (UTC)
Inspiration PERSONIFIED?


I need new clothes!
Nov. 21st, 2005 04:07 am (UTC)
I admire your tenacity...and willingness to throw it all over and snuggle the kid! After all, the book will still be writeable in ten years, but the kid will no longer wat to snuggle!
Nov. 21st, 2005 12:49 pm (UTC)
Oh sister
I have SO been there. So many many days. Aauuggh. But God isn't saying you shouldn't write. Maybe the Other Guy would like you to think so. If God were saying it, then the thought of not writing would make you glad.

And woo--3500 words! That's more than I managed last week.
Nov. 21st, 2005 01:16 pm (UTC)
Awww. You are the best mom ever.
Nov. 21st, 2005 02:03 pm (UTC)
Am not!

But thanks.
Nov. 22nd, 2005 04:30 am (UTC)
Heehee. Wow. I really think you have the earliest-rising kid ever.

Do I think the actors Daniel Radcliffe and Emma Watson will get married? Why not?

That's so adorable . . .
Nov. 22nd, 2005 04:42 pm (UTC)
I guess he's in the Harry-Hermione Shipping Camp.
Nov. 22nd, 2005 01:58 pm (UTC)
I applaud your tenacity. I can barely manage a trip to the bathroom at that hour, let alone actually getting up for the day.

I also applaud your large heart -- if I managed to drag my butt out of bed at such a ridiculously early hour in order to write, I'm sure I wouldn't be gracious about interruption, even if it were my adorable children. You are my new role model.
Nov. 22nd, 2005 04:43 pm (UTC)
But I turn into mush-brain by 9 p.m.!
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