This really is not going to get ‘er done! Obviously.
It’s a marathon, not a sprint, but I feel like it’s one where I’m having serious leg cramps or some other problem and we’re not even at the equivalent of the five-mile marker. In any marathon there is a maximum time allowed (usually seven or eight hours, maybe less) and if you can’t finish by then, you don’t get a time and they open up the roads and go home, leaving you out on the course. (It’s not quite that harsh, but in a big race like LA, SF, NYC, or Boston, they will scoop you up as a straggler and put you on a bus to the finish line.)
Here there’s also a deadline and a time, and while there are still eighteen days to go, at this point I’ll barely make the halfway point. But I’m not giving up, I just have to find a way somehow to juggle some priorities and free up some time. There have been a few “curve balls” this year, some really good, some not so good, and they of necessity have booted NaNoWriMo off of the top of the priority list.
Like that runner with cramps falling way off the target time and watching the buses creeping up from behind, I need to suck it up and make it happen. It won’t be the end of the world if I don’t make it, but it will be disappointing to not hit that personal goal.
We’ll see.
While I normally put in a lot of internal links to previous, related posts here, I won’t be doing that for what I hope will be this year’s thirty NaNoWriMo posts. If you have jumped into or stumbled onto this story in mid-adventure, there are plenty of other ways to navigate around the site to find previous installments. Actually doing so is left as an exercise to the student.
CHAPTER SIX (continued)
We Love The Stars Too Fondly 