A strange and unusual land

I am not writing.  And it feels very, very strange.

I had intended on doing some writing today (and I may still, later on, but it will be minor tinkering with the last chapter of the current draft of The White Raven).  I’m in the middle of what’s become my usual writing time.  And instead I’m sitting here catching up on blogs and listening to the latest Sofanauts podcast playing on the iPhone.

I believe that I’ve officially hit a wall.  While I’m actually quite enthused to start fixing some of the holes in The White Raven, as well as start outlining/planning the other novels in my head, right now my brain just wants a break.  Not to mention my body, which is slowing down more and more as the end of this pregnancy rapidly approaches.

Nanowrimo may still happen for me, and it may not.  I’m still keen on doing it, but looking at my schedule, I’m seeing how many lost potential writing days I’m going to have.  Next week will be mostly taken up with having men in the house fixing our poor sagging ceilings.  And every week from now on will have at least one medical appointment.  I probably sound like I’m making excuses here.  It’s just annoying me, because I really want to do Nanowrimo, I’m just not sure if it’s actually going to be possible.  Maybe, if I can get my hands on a new laptop that’ll actually be portable and run on battery power.  I’m not making promises either way, anyway.

Mirrored from Stephanie Gunn.