I had high hopes for NaNoWriMo this year...
I wanted to get up at my previously unbearably groggy time-frame of 5am to put pen to paper (or fingertips to keys, as it were...) However, with our trip to England ending on November 4th, I knew in those first few days no amount of wishing would make it happen... I would have to wait until I was peacefully settled into my normal life at home. (Which, in my crazy mind, meant 5am, November 5th.)
Alas, I was misguided.
Amidst jet lag and recouping from being constantly on the go... My brain has yet to catch up with me. I joked on Monday that my body is in Minnesota, but my head is still in England. Here we are on Friday and I think that's still the case! HA!
The good news however, is this: Pendomus, Book 1 is going out the door this weekend. I am cleaning up the formatting and sending it out to the world. So, wish me luck!
With that being my major goal for this week, you can expect a report on the release by the weekend. Once it's been kicked out the door... I mean, gracefully handed off to agents/editors/publishers... my goal is to start writing DAILY for at least an hour. I'm going to concentrate less on word counts and more on the routine of it.
If there's one thing I've learned when it comes to writing and workouts...
Something is better than nothing. ;)
Friday, November 9, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
|In flight to England.|
For those of you unaware, my husband is originally from England and immigrated to the United States... to be with me. I know... I know... *swoon*
This was my first international flight, first stamp in my passport, first time in England, first time meeting everyone...
|My amazing in-laws.|
One thing that really struck me is how absolutely phenomenal Colin's family and friends are. They are all loving, supportive and they immediately passed that love on to me. Not once did I ever feel unwelcome or displaced and to each of them I am so grateful.
Colin hasn't been so lucky with my family - they've been distant, abrasive and often times outright rude to the both of us. They don't understand our choices and make no effort at all to. They alienate us and then wonder why we don't like being around them. In fact, I feel like my ex-husband and his girlfriend have pretty much taken our place in my family's lives. But that's another story.
So, as we go into this Thanksgiving season, I am going to be thinking of my new family and the gratitude I have for them.
I am officially and completely, an Andrews.