Diary Of Being A Writer; Week 88

I failed at NaNoWriMo but I don’t mind.

It is a lovely Sunday in November, and I have choices.
I am feeling better and can finally go and do a bunch of things I haven’t been able to do all week because I had a cold. But which of the things should I do? It is a beautiful, sunny 23 degrees today.
There is gardening, sewing, a walk with the dog, op-shopping, grocery shopping, sewing, or painting with my family and lunch with my parents on offer. Or there is desperately trying to catch up on NaNoWriMo.
I want to be a writer but not at the cost of enjoying my admittedly wonderful life.
I will write tomorrow, and I will stop trying to make NaNoWriMo work for me.
I am fortunate, I already get lots of opportunities to write. I don’t need an annual event to help make my family understand I need time to do it. They already understand and give me the space and the time to do it. After a week of feeling miserable, inside on a couch. And watching crappy TV because reading was too much of a strain. I think a day in the sun with my partner, his kids and our menagerie is in order.

Monday
So this morning has not been creative, but it has been constructive.
I have decided to put the WIP away until Thursday when I will get a…