As soon as I typed that title, I thought of Richard Nixon’s famous line, “I am not a crook.” But of course, he was a crook. Since I confessed to thinking of “Tricky Dick Nixon” does it bring into question my saying I’m not a failure?
I admit it. I can’t do it. It’s day 22 of NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) and I only have 3,717 words on the next novel. To get to 50,000 words by November 30, I should have 36,666 by now. Typing that number made me laugh out loud.
Anyway, why did they pick November for the NaNoWriMo challenge? Did they forget that we have to go stand in a long line at Costco to buy a pie to take to our brother’s house tomorrow? Did they even think about all the Christmas ads—ad nauseam—guilting me into having to think about shopping? Crap, NaNo People, did you even consider that Black Friday’s in November?
I’m not a failure. Seriously. (Notice: I can’t make up my mind on this.)
I’ve been busy healing, looking at my nose until I’m crossed eyed. It’s getting better, but still ugly. I impose my naked nose on John, strangers in the grocery store, and anyone who comes in the house.
I’ve been reading books: The Underground Railroad by Colsom Whitehead, a painful, wonderful novel about slavery. When Whitehead was a boy he heard stories about the Underground Railroad and thought that it was literal, that there were actual trains in tunnels taking escaping slaves north. What he took as literal became a literary gem. At the same time, I’m reading Anna Quindlen’s, One True Thing, about a woman taking care of her dying mother. Also Annis Pratt’s novel, The Battle for the Black Fen. Book Four in her Infinite Games series.
I’ve also been watching World War II in Color on Netflix. Research for the next novel. WWII was terrifying. Basically greedy, racist, narcissist bullies united to destroy society. Whew, glad we don’t have to worry about that happening again. (I need a frowny face emoji here.)
I’m lazy too. But I can blow that off by just using the “I’m old” excuse. I’m not old. I’m a youth in a loose birthday suit. I need to be ironed.
Other than the Narcissistic Bully-in-Chief, there’s much to be grateful for: Good friends, good books, turkey that I don’t have to cook, and no cancer. Yay!
Happy Thanksgiving, Everyone.