We’re heading into the last few days of October, which means that unlike most of the internet I’m not endlessly googling pictures of skeletons, but instead panicking about my decision to attempt NaNoWriMo again. I don’t seem able to shake the plague that my children have ever so kindly bestowed upon me (I don’t have proof it was them, but I’m assuming it was, with their shifty little plotting eyes, always trying to find my weakness), and I realised that I’ve invited my parents to visit this weekend. This means that rather than getting a hefty start under my belt with the fortuitous placement of a weekend at the start of the month, I’ll be heading into day three with probably zero words, and a working week that’s looking more and more stress-laden with every day. Oh, and I’ve done precisely zero plotting work on it due to the aforementioned deathly plague.
Basically I’m screwed.
I went to a local NaNo group kick off party yesterday, however, and I don’t think I’m alone in feeling these levels of dread. I turned up two hours late, made everyone feel uncomfortable for a bit, burnt my mouth on my coffee due to my social anxiety and then tried to convince everyone there that I must be a representative of Scrivener by blathering on about it for twenty minutes. But it was nice to meet some more fellow authors; perhaps next time I’ll arrive on time for it and get to speak to people better.
Deep breath. I can do this.