“In the midst of movement and chaos, keep stillness inside of you.” – Deepak Chopra
Oh, how I wish. The last few days have been a bit crazy here. My father-in-law got a cold. One of my cats got a cold. No matter what I did, my cover for the print version of Surviving 30 Days of Literary Madness would not produce a .jpg that didn’t have info within the half-inch margin Createspace requires around the edge. Yes, I check everything before I hit “Save As.” Multiple times. Then the cat decided not to eat and we had other worries. (He’s eating again, but he’s still a bit grumpy even if he’s on the road to recovery.)
On Saturday, my husband looked at me and asked I still wanted to do the thing I was trying to get ready for. Now, my first instinct was to say that, of course, I would power through. That’s my usual mode of operation.
I actually said, “No.” I mean, I still wanted to do the thing, but I didn’t want to do all the things related to the thing because doing all those things would be too much effort mentally and emotionally at that point. What I wanted to do was curl up on the couch and knit, maybe binge-watch something like Gilmore Girls. But only the episodes set in autumn because I was in an autumn mood.
And, yes, I was feeling very much like Lorelai when she oversleeps on Rory’s first morning at Chilton, and discovers she didn’t pick up her dry cleaning, so has to appear in an outfit that might be suitable for an audition for Hee-Haw. It really was one of those weekends.
And while I did end up doing the thing on Sunday, even if I hadn’t done the things to prepare for the thing, I found myself fairly exhausted by the end. I felt off-kilter, drained, and definitely behind in what I had hoped to accomplish. But that’s the thing about being flustered; no matter what you do or how hard you try, the world just kinda tilts.
I did curl up on Sunday evening with Netflix and the knitting, finally getting some of the quiet I’d been hoping for – and promptly had to rip out almost eight rows of my shawl because if I didn’t , I wouldn’t have enough yarn to cast off. This time, though, I took a deep breath and watched Lorelai stare at the ramparts of Chilton and decided I wasn’t the only one who was flustered. There was some comfort in that.
Then I started thinking, “Hey! Maybe I should do a rewatch of Gilmore Girls since the revival is coming up and then I can blog about it! Shouldn’t be that much work!”
For each day of this mad sprint, there is a quote and essay designed to help keep you going at the keyboard, along with other pieces about preparation and the novelizing hangover that comes in December. There are also pages for those other moments, the ones when you’ve fallen slightly behind – or you realize this may not be a year you cross the finish line. No matter how your November novel experience is going, this book will be a companion for each day.