That’s right. I didn’t do NaNo this year. The final days of last November brought on a sly, simmering uneasiness about my health. It was a feeling I couldn’t quite shake, but knew I ignored it at my own peril. Yes, nineteen years with the unpredictable and unforgiving disorder of MS have taught me to respect my intuition – if you’ve got the shakes, Susan, for God’s sake slow down. And, if you know me, I’m an all-in or a who-cares kind of girl, and I felt it unwise to subject myself to another month of NaNo stress. Writing is meant to be fun. Why spoil it with another trip to physical therapy?
Instead, I embarked on an entirely different type of insanity. One where *I* was making the rules (sort of). In fact, I have been on a writing hiatus this month in order to preserve my sanity (what little I have). And do you know what? It sucks.
I’m taking an online course to earn graduate credits and earn the next level of fifteen hours so I can also earn another raise at work. That is, beyond the yearly seniority raise that’s built into our contract with the school. If I can look smarter by earning additional graduate credit hours, I get more cash in my pay envelope:
*Right.* Like I said, mo’ money.
So, I’ve been taking this course on using primary sources at the Library of Congress. I go around hunting up really cool pictures that I might be able to use in my teaching:
How did the Civil War turn out for these two?
And not paying enough attention, so I find this, which I sent to my son. He lives in Binghamton, so it seemed like the right thing to do:
Panorama of Binghamton, NY – 1909
And he liked it a lot, since he recognized the landmarks (the town hasn’t changed much in a hundred years, which is part of its charm.)
Then my local writing group, CTRWA, reminded its members to enter the chapter’s “fun” contest: the Marga-RITAs. Chapter-only, it celebrates the best and the worst in our writing. Categories like “most creative and anatomically impossible sex scene” and “best run-on sentence” help exorcise the misery of our writing “errors”, while we celebrate another year of writing good stuff (“best use of adorable child and/or cute animal” is my fave)(you are so going down this year, Kristan Higgins!)
Do you have any idea what it feels like to find your writing, hidden away while you slave over primary sources in pursuit of filthy lucre in your day job? It really stings! Little gems of prose are discovered, just waiting for the tacky margarita glass that is the prize (I have two).
What say you, Mermaid friends? Did you ever have to go on a writing “diet” to achieve other… er…. achievements? How did it feel? And, knowing how it felt at the other end, how hard was it to get back into the writing swing of things?
Enquiring minds want to know! 
I’m taking off for Atlanta this weekend to attend the RWA National Conference and I’m super excited. I’m going to spend a week with 2,000 other romance writers – sounds like heaven, right? In a hotel with an entire floor/lobby dedicated to mingling (okay, there is a really big bar at the Atlanta Marriott Marquis), and I guarantee I will be informed, inspired, surprised and exhausted within 30 minutes of checking in. And no, I’m not trying to make anyone who is not going jealous – but I’m excited and want to share.
The joy of being a school librarian: I’ve made it all the way to summer! Yippee! Twelve weeks of nothing! No commute, no kids, no bells, no bag lunches! Nothing! What could be better?
ith deadlines. In fact, I’m missing two at this moment: getting my Mermaid post up in a timely manner, when I should have drafted it last night, or even last week. And sending my WRW retreat prize submission to Gail Barrett, who kindly agreed to look at my synopsis and chapter today.
