I don't know if it's the amount of time I spend staring blankly at my National Novel Writing Month novel (I'm at 24,000 words, by the way--behind, but not terribly so), or the rainy weather, or Mark's somewhat frenetic insistence on making preparations now for the perfect Thanksgiving, but the hours in my days seem shortened lately. I feel chronically behind in a way I haven't for several lazy months.
Clearly, I haven't been blogging, but it's worse than that--I haven't even been reading other blogs. And it's NaBloPoMo, so I hope you'll believe me when I tell you my reader is truly out of hand. Other things I haven't been doing include all sorts of housework, any craft projects, thinking about Christmas gifts, and showering on a schedule appropriate for an adult woman obsessed with bath products.
So what am I doing, besides working on this book (and the book is just not very good, but I'm OK with that--done is important, good is not)? I'm organizing a Christmas Gift Giving program for some families who need holiday help on a message board I frequent. That's been really rewarding and fun. I'm walking my dog, which is good for both of us. I'm, along with Mark, making slow improvements to turn our soulless rental house into something more like home. I'm mourning Leo. I'm surviving.
Guess I just wanted to check in and make sure you all know I'm still out here and I'm OK. I'll be back in more force after November.