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About ten seconds ago I updated my word count.


I have done it.


Holy fucking shitballs.

And I’m celebrating by sitting in a dark room with two sleeping kids.

Now I have an issue though.  The story is not yet complete.  I waffled.  A lot.  Meaning I’m probably only about two thirds of the way through.

Do I put it to one side, chalk it down to experience and stop chasing the stort which has frankly turned a little sour, or plough on, try to finish and keep updating the NaNoWriMo site?



Something happened.  I’m not going to go into detail as I will have to go scrub myself obsessively in the shower for half an hour to wash off the shame.  Don’t worry OH, it has nothing to do with any other people.  It’s all me and my crazy head.

Anyway, the only way I have been able to move on and actually function these last few days (yes, the shame was crippling) was to wash thoroughly, scrub myself in the shower and then deactivate my account. 

Only for a bit.  I’m sure I won’t be able to stay away. I already desperately miss the community, but I just can’t right now.

Even writing this makes me feel a little sick and the crime wasn’t even that bad.

So…I’m still on facebook, email, blogging and for those of you who are WriMos – NaNoMail as deskmonkeymummy if you want me. 

The upside was I needed that feeling to write 7000 words on Friday night.  Not all bad.

On breaking 40k

I did it.

Under 10k words left to go.

UNDER 10K!!!

This challenge was impossible, it was unattainable, unachievable and I’M FUCKING DOING IT!

Just under 10k left.

The difficult second album

…otherwise known as week 2 of NaNoWriMo.

It is hard.

It is hard to find time to write.

It is hard to keep the inspiration flowing.

It is hard to keep going when then the novel has mutated into a hairy monster who has kidnapped my plot.

My NaNoWriMo buddies are keeping me on track (keep going ladies!) And I’m getting the words in but the truth is, I am actually ready to scrap the lot.

So yeah Nanowrimo

I talked myself out of it and tweeted myself back in.

This is going to be a short post about how I feel about it so far.


The freedom to just write.  It doesn’t matter if it’s utter tripe.  As long as I write.

I feel like I’m being productive.  I feel like I’m doing something.  Most importantly, I’m finding an escape and outlet for my daily frustrations.  Something shit happens to me, I take it out on Julianne.  Poor girl is having shit thrown at her all the time.

Anyway, I am actually procrastinating at the moment, but I’ve hit 11k words (I have no idea how) so I’m allowed a break.

Why this needs to be done

The NaNoWriMo whispers have started.

Even though in not strictly doing NaNoWriMo, I’m using the challenge as an opportunity to write something. 

I started out thinking I would write about bullying and its effects.  Then I thought maybe writing about woman things might be better and easier as it’s very prominent in my mind right now.

However I spoke to someone very special yesterday and their son is struggling.  He’s a teenager going through things that adults find hard to deal with.  As a result, I’ve gone back to my original idea and I would like to dedicate my efforts to him and his family.

You are not alone.

Something has to give

A few months ago I discovered NaNoWriMo and became enthused and determined.  What a fantastic idea!  I would love to win, although I knew finding time would be hard work with two small children.

Since then I have started my night class and realised just how hard time is to come by.  I need around 3-5 hours weekly to myself to complete my theory homework.  Then each treatment practise takes about an hour (at the moment). Sometimes I have to stop between body parts to see to a screaming O or put the Toddler back in bed.  So yeah, not ideal but I just about cope.

Unfortunately there is no possible way (with the exception of another 3 -6 hours being added in to each day) that I would be able to fit in writing 2000 words.  It just won’t happen.

So as much as I hate to say it…goodbye NaNoWriMo dreams.  See you again next year.