NaNoWriMo, 11/5/16 excerpt

…if I had all eight of the hours I spend at the winery?” All EIGHT.  To write.  Drink my coffee, not be pressed for time, just write.  Swear that Novel Writing Month is for people that don’t have kids.  I need to stop.  This is the time NOT when I should be writing.  I don’t have the right attitude, and I’m not spending time with Jack—  “Daddy, look, I need to find race cars like this,” he says, pointing out a certain body type for cars, but I’m too busy typing to look.  That’s not right.  So I’m stopping.  I have race car shapes and chassis styles to study.img_8395

Okay just a hundred more words.  The winery will be busy today—  OH, and I have to charge me camera.  Going to walk in a different place on the property.  Feel like I’m taking the same pictures over and over and it’s bothering me.  Distracted by Jack’s Lego cartoon, I think about having my own office, by the end of the month.  Somehow making that happen.  How.  Just put out more story, more pictures… more of this parenting story of mine, reach out to other parents— well, not “reach out” like I’m soliciting help or some kid of solvent or counsel, or trying to sell them something or ON something, but just be there for them, create story for them, ideas for them.  November, my favorite month, needs a new reason why it’s my favorite.  After this month it will be.

I start to enliven with another sip of coffee.  Just a dad and his cartoons.  His son next to him on the floor taking a break from his race car studies and presentation.  I have more than I need to motivate me, to beat NaNoWriMo at its own plan…

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