NaNoWriMo Interrupted

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Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends! 

Today I am furiously trying to write a few thousand words of my next novel while my darling husband is baking pumpkin pie. Why? Because this is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). The month when about a half-a-million people try to write 50,000 words of a novel in 30 days. (1,667 words per day if the writer is disciplined, which I'm not.)

If you've wondered why I haven't updated my blog in awhile—well, this is why. In October, I diligently plotted out the entire story, a sequel to Guardians of Grace, with intersecting plot lines and character arcs for four main characters. I even drafted a 'hook': At the age of fifteen, Grace saved the world by killing a demon. Now, fifteen years later, she has to save the world again—this time from itself.

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I should have known better. 2020 is the year the world went to hell, after all. I don't know about you, but my bingo card isn't big enough for all the crazy. Between the election drama and Covid in the family, I'll be lucky to have my 50,000 words by the end of December, let alone November. But who knows what fresh hell 2020 has in store, huh?

I'm not going to sweat it today. Instead, I'm going to think about how blessed I am to have such a wonderful husband, two adorable dogs, and great friends. I'm thankful that my Dad got Covid after doctors figured out how to better deal with it. I'm thankful my brother is still laughing. I'm thankful for FaceTime and Zoom. 

I'll write a scene, play with the dogs, peel some potatoes, call a friend, eat too much (even though it's just two of us), sip some whiskey, watch Christmas Chronicles II on Netflix, and knit a few rows. And that, my friends, is a day to be thankful for.

Love you all!

Nancy