NaNo Fail and a New Beginning

Yeah, so NaNoWriMo '09 was a huge fail on my part. I dropped the ball again, and did awful. I can use any number of my ready-made excuses, but I refuse to, I will own my failed attempt this year, as part of a character flaw that I have always had: I don't finish things that I start.

BUT! Wino and I are the proud owners of shiny new home! We've been in for just over a month. As I type that, I'm amazed because it really feels like we've been in longer than just 35 days. At the same time, though, it still feels weird coming and going from this place. Everytime we leave, we sigh and say "we own this place..." in disbelief.

It's been a busy month though, the move went smoothly, and we've unpacked most of the boxes. Only a few things got lost (and are still unaccounted for).

El Diablo and I squared off again this weekend. I threatened to throw him out of the window. The thread kept bunching up in the bobbin and, being unskilled at domestic things, I could not figure out how to keep it from doing that. After my threat though (and a good shouting match), he recognized defeat and on we went sewing. I'm nearly done with the top of the quilt for my oldest niece (which was meant to be a gift for this Christmas, but will actually be for next). The best laid plans....right?! When I started the quilt, buying a house had not even occured to me or Wino, so once we moved to the intirim place my sewing supplies got misplaced. All for the better, I suppose, it'll give me a year to get it finished (and I WILL finish!).

Day Three

Oof! I got a decent head start on Sunday, and I wrote as much as I could yesterday during lunch, but when I got home, I collapsed on the couch and fell asleep almost immediatly. NaNoWriMo falls in the worst possible month for me stress-wise. I'm an academic advisor at a university and November is when we advise students for the spring semester. I've only been doing this job over a year and this is the first time I've had to deal with seniors about to get their degrees, so I'm encountering tons of unique problems and they are (quite frankly) stressing me out!

But enough wah, wahing: I did write some yesterday (about 1000 words) and I managed to eek out around 800 words today when I found a spare moment. My intent is to go home (after going to an insurance appointment after work--yay! we found a company to go with!) and eat a quick dinner, then disappear into my "writing room."

I put that in quotes because I'm writing at Salt's old desk that she left at the house after she and Pepper moved out into their new house (gotta love living in the "interim house"), which is surrounded by mountains of mine and Wino's boxes (the "kitchen" boxes bump me in the elbow as I type, no kidding). It's not the most ideal situation, but it has to do for this year.

Next year though...oh next year. I will have my lovely tech center in the hall with a recessed light and a window out to the porch. I will be surounded by our wonderful new home and have an actual place to write that is mine alone. *Sigh* The countdown is 41 days until we get the keys, and I'm soooo ready!