Monday, November 02, 2015

Bowing out

It's November second and already I'm bowing out of NaNoWriMo. Technically, I bowed out yesterday when I realized it was 10:00 PM, I had just put the baby down for the first time that day, the children had been in bed for less than an hour, I could hardly keep my eyes open, and I hadn't written a single word.

Now is not the time.

Andrew made a program to calculate how much I've written on the blog the past 9.5 years to prove to me that I have the ability to write a book. I've written over 2.5 million words (not particularly well-written words, but words nonetheless). To put that in perspective, the entire Harry Potter series is approximately 1 million words. Obviously, if I wanted to, I could sit down to write a book.

And I do want to. But now is not the time.

I got up with the baby a 5:00 this morning (Benjamin got up, too; it was a party). Granted, we're still suffering the shock that is the end of daylight savings, but 5:00 is pretty early, especially when the baby was still getting up every couple of hours. Like, come on, children.

I did some laundry, because Zoë did a tremendous spit-up, completely drenching me, herself, and the bed. I made muffins for breakfast. I folded some laundry that sat in the dryer over the weekend (oops). But I didn't write one word towards my novel.

So it's pretty clear that now is not the time to write a novel in one month.

I'm simply more passionate about food and sleep than I am about writing right now.

Is it so terrible that we're coming on six months with our newest addition and I'm still in survival mode? When I get everyone fed and clothed for the day I feel pretty successful, so who needs to write a book?

If there's one thing I learned from Maslow it's that self-acctualization is not that important.

Eat. Sleep. Breathe.

In other news, evidence from Zoë's diaper this morning suggests that her first solid foods were wild onion and old leaves. I'll tell her paediatrician it was rice cereal or applesauce or something (once I get around to feeding her any of that stuff). But really it was wild onion and old leaves.

That might have contributed to her fussiness through the night. Pooping out solids is hard work.

Even I don't know why I'm putting this stuff in my mouth...

1 comment:

  1. At least they were fiber :) She could have eaten a plastic star like out for legos ;) I'm not doing it either. I've been in survival mode since I started homeschooling Captain E a year and half ago ;)