November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo- Get it?). Usually by this point, I am either furiously writing the last five thousand words, have given up or am relaxing after a month of cramming writing into every single spare moment.
This year, writing was not in the cards. Adding a 4 yr old and a 12 yr old to the house will consume time. Lots of time (I actually have to cook things at night - and for breakfast! Laundry has to be done more than once a month. And they expect me to actually spend time with them).
I did try to write a poem a day, but gave up when I got a cold that sent me to bed minutes after tucking the oldest in each night. I did get about 18 or so written, although they are not Nobel Prize winning concoctions at this point.
But I do look forward to the insanity next year. I will be taking Greek next fall, but managed it with Hebrew last year.
Maybe I need to consider a biblical greek drama...
Or murder mystery...
Or sci-fi retelling of some bible story...
Or a chic lit look at Jezebel...
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