As I mentioned in an earlier post, I didn’t write anything over the Thanksgiving holiday . I feel pretty bad about this, but I don’t think I could have done anything about it. Here is what happened and from that you can determine if I should be cast aside in a deep pit to think about my failures, or forgiven and allowed to sit at the great table of writerdom.
My writing output seems to be greatly influenced by sleep, or lack thereof. This Thanksgiving was the latter. We spent two nights away from home, and our poor daughter had a rough time. She was great during the day, smiling and cooing and impressing all of her relatives, but at night she had a hard time. We would get her to sleep and gently place her in her Pack and Play, which is supposed to be a portable play area and sleep area, but doesn’t seem to be good at either. The moment her little head hit the surface, she would cry hysterically until we picked her up. She would then immediately fall asleep in our arms, only to wake again when placed in the Pack and Play. Continue this for eight hours two nights and you can see why I was too exhausted to write. I maybe got three hours of sleep each night.
Thankfully, she was so happy during the day. Otherwise I would feel even worse about travelling. It was nice to see our extended family, some of which we hadn’t seen in a few months. Our daughter even waved at her Great-Grandmother while eating her Rice Cereal.
On top of all of this, the Stillers ( that’s Pittsburgh Steelers to you non-Western Pensylvanians) got shut out by the Baltimore Ravens yesterday, ending any hope of a Super Bowl repeat. And yes, it was painful to watch.
I am going to try to work on my NaNoWriMo project every night this week, just to see how many words I can wind up with. Then, I will put my trusty notebook away for a little while and work on some short stories. Eventually, I will revisit my little notebook, with the hopes of revising the story into something worthwhile. We’ll see.