Temperature has been quiet the conversational topic the past few days. The cold goes through your clothing with this "inversion" layer that is hovering over our little piece of Oregon. Brr...
My sis-in-law asked me the other day what my number count was for NaNoWriMo. I hung my head in shame and said "Zero." I did an outline, I did my character sketches and yet...nothing. I have no excuse other than the words just weren't there. I came home today with a message from her telling me that this message on my machine was my daily motivational to start writing. To try before it was over and send her some to read. But I still don't have any. I would like to say that work has been incredibly busy. It has taken all my brain power just to make sure I cover all my bases there. I would like to say that instead of coming home and relaxing a bit after work, that I have found myself having to run this or that errand, completing some chore or getting my daughter to where she needs to go. And while all these things are true, I am not much for excuses. I think I just set myself up for failure on this. I love my story, the one that is in my brain versus on paper, and perhaps I will get the chance, or rather take the time, to give it life. It just isn't right now.
My grocery shopping tonight was interesting. I did manage to find all I needed. I just had to do some digging through picked apart shelves and displays. I think I got the last can of Cream of Mushroom soup in the entire store. I can only imagine the madhouse it was during the day when I was at work.
Blessings come in funny packages. Underneath the shabbiest or plain in wrappings, is something good.
Ooof...I am tired.
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