NaNoWriMo 2016 -Saturday, 5th November 2016 – 09:24

Some times we learn lessons the first time we become aware of them, other times we are forced to repeat the same mistakes until we are given or become aware of the resources we require to truly learn something.

Last night was a night of many lessons, most of them are now lost in the haze of having drank three glasses of prossecco in quick succession, after spending the evening nursing reasonable and regular levels of gin.

Regardless of how reasonable the gin was, I had eaten very little yesterday and the result was inevitable, but thankfully I waited until I got home until that inevitability surfaced. Bleh.

That however comes from another lesson I learned a while ago. If you drink too much too fast, your body might just disagree with your judgement, and in that time, better out than in is a good lesson to learn as you save your body a night of processing alcohol to a silly extreme.

I’m not a big drinker, and it’s because I’m not very good at it. When I was younger I used to think that I was great at it, because I could drink in stupid volumes and still get home at the end of the night. But at some point, after being the one that everyone shakes their heads at, as you lie weeping in the corner (no really, that was a thing) you realise that alcohol to any level of excess impairs not only your rational (what’s that? You need me to help you drink two full bottles of prossecco between 4 before we leave in five minutes. Well, why wouldn’t that be a good idea!) but it turns me into a version of myself I really don’t like.

It emphasises all of my most negative qualities, and for some reason turns me into a weepy version of Liberace, actually that one isn’t negative it’s just plain funny. But, I’m often left with the hangover of regret the next day, which is normally worse than the headache or wobbly tummy that the actual hangover has to offer.

I don’t have any regrets from last night however, well not having dinner was a big one, but I got through the evening while still staying very true to myself. I did however think it was a good idea to update my word count on the NaNoWriMo website, which I got wrong by a factor of 10. It would seem for the best part of the evening, I had alluded to having written 7840 words that day, when in fact it was actually 784. I have since rectified this and had to admit defeat and go back to having only managed to write 1998 words so far, however, today as with all others is a brand new day. The mantra, “today is the first day of the rest of your life” is strong today, and it is the mantra with which I will face my first full day of writing.

NaNoWriMo 2016 – Tuesday, 1st November 2016

Good intentions are, unfortunately, not all that is needed to achieve your goals. Life is about hard work, and commitment to going on with things, it is about having the drive to challenge that which does not work, and work hard to overcoming that which challenges you.

Waking up on the first morning of NaNoWriMo 2016 with Gravel Lung (the monicker I have given to the sensation of a second day chest infection settling into my lungs) was not the start I would have chosen. Yet, my day started, regardless of how prepared I was for it, so I had no choice but to get on with it.

After waking at 6am and writing my first 78 words, I then had to support my brother with his morning routine before, getting ready for work. Most of my days start this way, and though I was trying to mentally prepare myself the night before, I woke drained with little energy to spare.

Before I had time to hit the keyboard again I was behind my desk at work, sipping on herbal tea, as I do constantly when I am ill. My colleagues harangued me from the moment I got in the door until the moment they got there way, and I left at lunch time, but rather than rush home to write. I made it home only to spend the latter part of the afternoon, and the majority of the evening sleeping.

I don’t feel better yet, but as is always the way when you sleep all day, I am now wide awake, if not still quite distracted by an incessant cough and a mopey demeanour. However, I am going to channel this into writing; first for a blog post, to mark the start of my NaNoWriMo journey and then I will return to today’s project.

I did manage to use my confidence for the day in one, unexpected way. I asked someone on a date, that they did not reply, and enough time has gone by that they are unlikely to do so is besides the point. Life is not about waiting for opportunity, create it, and seize every chance you can. Don’t leave questions unasked, don’t leave lessons unlearned, don’t repress your feelings and hope that they will work themselves out. Do, and be happy doing. Live, and be happy living.

To anyone else starting a NaNoWriMo challenge today, I wish you the best of luck. May this be your year if you haven’t already completed a project, and if you have, good luck anyway. The next 29 days are about creation, and perseverance, but to those who see it through the end result will be something amazing.

Day 1: 78/50’000 words written, 49’922 words to go

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