Writing about doing NoJoMo again, more.
I’ve written every day in November starting in 2010.
It was a thing that was going around on OD before it went MIA for awhile. The first time I did it, I’d just married my wife the month before.
Yes, she’s still my wife, despite my unintentional attempts to make her leave.
A week after my final entry during that month of writing, my dad died.
On OD, there were normally prompts provided. I used those sometimes, and free-wrote other time. If you look at some of the archives, I think I have most of what I’ve written.
There’s so many things that have happened over the past decade.
I’ve tried to stay writing. My psychologist says that it’s a compulsion. She’s probably right about that. I’d developed a lot of “ruminations” to address what’s been going on with my psychically since I first started having MS symptoms. Writing isn’t one fo them, specifically, but it’s something I can do without needing to see what I’m doing, necessarily.
Really, though, for the November writing, it provides me an opportunity to reflect on what’s happened, and prepare for the holidays.
This year, of course, portends to be incredibly strange.
But there’ll still be Lions and Cowboys football on TV.
And I’ll still write; it’s what I do.
This past summer, in another of my writing fits, I was taking a quick glance at the news, then writing my reaction to it.
I’m probably going to do that some more this month.
Things could be absolutely fucking nuts.
The Aussies are warning their citizens about traveling here.
With heroes like Herr Fritzl, maybe that’s a good thing.
(If that meme doesn’t get you, this might…..)
I’ve been trying to stay a bit optimistic about what’s going to happen, but I am worried.
I have a prompt for later about a book that’s had a great effect on my life. Since I’d been too lazy to figure out how to cancel my Audible subscription, I’ve been listening to it again.
I hope I’ll be able to finish before I’m supposed to write about it.
So here we go. Another year, more writing.