I am a quitter. This I know. But I never quit something without good reason. When I was 7, I quit ballet because, frankly, I sucked at it. When I was 9, I quit Girl Scouts because I refused to wear the uniform and they wouldn't let me in without it. When I was 12, I quit chorus because I couldn't stand the music teacher's penchant for Neil Diamond songs. I have quit so many jobs I don't remember them all. One job, as a telemarketer for Newsday, lasted exactly three minutes. I did quit drugs, and I guess that was a good thing.Then there was the engagement that ended two months before the wedding and the subsequent marraige that also was doomed for quittage.
So what am I getting at? I'm getting at NaNoWriMo. That absurd thought that I could write a 50,000 word novel in one month. See, if it wasn't November I might be able to do it. Maybe if it was March or April I would be able to devote more time to it. I know I'm not the only full time working parent who joined this thing. But I'm the only one who is me. I stress out easily. This month is bad at work, with all my judges in heavy case load parts. There is the inevitable holiday stress. The social engagements (wanted or not) every weekend. And the reading program I am running at DJ's school, which has become a huge time eating monster.
Ok, the point. The point is that I need to let some of my self-made stress go. And the first thing to get dumped was NaNoWriMo. I will still write the novel, but I will do it on my own time, in my own way. I will still be John's writing buddy, because I owe that to him, and because I want to. And I really didn't have to tell you all this, but I spent a lot of time on here talking about it, so I thought I would let you know. Once again, I am a quitter. Now if I could apply that same quitting habit to smoking...