Two nights ago, my husband had to go to a school meeting for parents whose kids are entering first grade next year. I took advantage of the opportunity to get my son to bed on time (8:00 pm), and get moving on some writing.
First, I typed out a frivolous poem I wrote a couple months ago, which I've posted in my poetry blog. Yay! Unfortunately, that also means my meager store of poetry is now depleted, and if I want to post more, then I have to write more. Boo!
Second, and most importantly, I started that ghost story I’d planned for NaNo. It's not for NaNo, anymore, but it is the first new story I’ve begun and the first time I’ve actually written in exactly one year. I feel a little rusty, but I’m so thrilled to have gotten something started after all this time. Yay me. In the one hour I spent on that story, I wrote no less than four pages. By that time, it was 10 pm, and my husband had just gotten home, and so it was time to quit.
Gotta celebrate these small victories, especially when we don’t have much energy for anything except breathing and sleeping.
Woo-hoo! Four pages!
