Writer in San Francisco, CA
Crisp air pulls across chrysanthemum curls,
a glance, a brace against a rusted streetlight, smoke swirls
from plush lips, she is everything but what she is not.
Aqua moon sinks low into the mosaic Bay, night bleeding
into the fog to press against silky skin, wet and glistening.
A hint of liquor lingers on breath, a steady indulgence of
downers to saturate the ache.
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Here I am, on the seventh day of December, and yes, I failed NaNoWriMo2021. Last month was hectic. We ended up having to relocate to a hotel for almost two weeks while our apartment was getting worked on. During all the chaos, I kept working and didn’t have the energy to work on Jack’s Story. But that’s ok.
When we finally returned home, I started resettling into my usual routines. It is so nice not to spend $100 a day ordering takeout, and I won’t miss it.
As November sped away from me, I kept thinking about my novel that I completed back in 2018. I’ve done many revisions, had people read it and review it, and edited it to death. But I know it’s not even close to done.
So I broke down yesterday, set a timer for one hour, and worked on the first three chapters. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I feel the characters, the story, and the convoluted ending falls short of everything the plot builds up to. It needs to be rounder, fuller, more complete.
Now, I’m working on my novel again while I get ready for the Holidays. Of course, I’m behind in my Christmas shopping, and I’ve got a stack of cards that need to be mailed soon. But this is good. Working on my novel will help me settle down to relax and enjoy winter in San Francisco.
Did you participate in NaNoWriMo this year? Let’s chat, leave a comment below or send me a message. I’d love to hear about your experience.