November 2, 2012 by Angel Pricer
Today is the first day of NaNoWriMo and, while I did work on my book, there are no where near 1,500 words recorded on this date in history. I’m not worried though, as, in typical rebel fashion, I’m adhering to my own agenda. I did, however, take step one in David Carr’s suggested outlining technique with some decent, if somewhat incomplete results.
Part of Writing Real Life is writing WITHIN real life. Today is not just the first day of NaNoWriMo, but also the first day of school for my eight year old son. There have been many challenges that we’ve navigated to get to this point, and it’s an adjustment not just for him, but for all of us. It was sort of a surreal day, as I moved through the basic to-do’s in a timely fashion (still getting my non-writing responsibilities done first…GRRR), preparing my quiet, sacred space for writing while also being aware that at some point within a 40 minute window, my little guy would be delivered home and I was anxious to greet him.
In the midst of my outlining, a call came through that I didn’t take until after I was done, which was a good thing, because the news was of a serious nature. My best friend of 30+ years just lost her father after a prolonged and bitter battle with cancer. I just wanted to be there for her, to hold her sobbing body and provider her with a safe space to feel the emotions that were coursing through her being. Fortunately, another friend of ours was there and at least I knew she had some support. News like this is never easy, even if it has been long expected.
It is now 8:41 and although I had a late cup of coffee in the hopes of keeping the oil burning a little later than usual, I must say my weary bones are aching for the warmth of my cozy bed. If there is one thing I know about my creative self, it is that she has specific needs that must be met in order to flourish, rest and a quiet space chief among them. Right now, rest is calling and quiet space is elusive, so I bid you good night, Day One.