I'm supposed to start a novel today.
Holy crap I'M SUPPOSED TO START A NOVEL TODAY
given what I'm going through right now, it seems impossible to focus on something as trivial as writing a novel.
given what I'm going through right now, it becomes absolutely imperative that I manage to create SOMETHING from this body of mine. Once upon a time... I wanted to be a writer. I even got a little piece of paper to say I was one...
Too bad I don't have the foggiest idea of what my novel is going to be about, and that I'm planning a very busy, non-writing weekend, and, oh yeah, I'm supposed to have like 20 baby scarves made by Tuesday (total completed so far: 1 very lumpy one that Kristin gently questioned the craftmanship of, until I burst into hiccupy, sobbing tears over the little strangely-shaped scrap of pink yarn, and she apologized and told me it was lovely and that she was sure no one would mind the fact that it is wedge shaped). I am over committed, over extended, over emotional, but AS GOD IS MY WITNESS I SHALL WRITE THIS NOVEL!