This year, meeting the word count for National Novel Writing Month seems like an impossible goal. Three kids, one a baby, volatile sleep patterns, an unwavering sense of falling behind on most regular tasks.
I’ve written more these last two months than all of last spring combined. I’ve picked up a once abandoned partial manuscript and have a (mostly workable) outline for a (much-needed) rewrite. Mr. Max seems amenable to the idea of sleeping in his stroller in the coffee shop while Elle is in preschool; add that to a bit of evening and Saturday morning dedication and I’ll have more time this year than I did last year!
I think I just might make it. At least I intend to try. So Inklings will be quiet or at least very brief for the next month as I channel words elsewhere.
Now if I could just pin down the title….