So if you hadn't noticed, I'd planned to do NaNo, or something like unto it. I got three days into it...and then life fell apart. I'm not going to go into details, but it was unexpected, unplanned, and changes everything. I've spent the past several days dealing with not just this new twist, but the illness that plagues my family everytime the weather changes has reared its ugly head with a vengance, including the semi-expected ear infection for my 4 year old. He woke up Monday night before I'd gone to bed, and spent two hours crying in pain. A miraculous priesthood blessing helped tremendously, and around 3 am he fell asleep. Needless to say, yesterday was a day of zombie-like behavior, mixed with bouts of frustrated tears at how twisted life got in such a short amount of time.
I haven't written a word of my Fairy Godfather in almost a week now. And while I watch with pride and not a little awe at my writing friends who are pumping out 2000-2500 words or more a day, I can't help but despair a little (okay, a lot) as I see my goal fade into the sunset. I want so desperately to finish this, but I've lost a week. And I don't know if I'm going to be able to make it up.
I'm sorry for the vent, but sometimes life is just crazy, and you need a shoulder (or two) to cry on. Thanks for listening, and I promise to return the favor sometime.