Finding Two Hours

So, now that I’ve signed up for this NaNoWriMo thing, this month is going to be all about finding two hours.

On a good day, I can write 1,000 words in an hour.  So to make the super-crazy 50,000 word goal by the end of this month, I’ll need to write close to 2,000 words each day.

It’s all about finding two hours.  I am determined to carve them out, to drag them kicking and screaming with me, and do this thing.

Because I need to get my tail in gear.  I need to write.

After writing this morning, while my not-usually-this-angelic three-year-old uncharacteristically entertained himself, I was on a super-duper writing high!  I left the house for playgroup feeling like The Writer.mom Queen of Everything!  It’s amazing what a rush writing is, when it’s essentially sitting down and being really quiet.  It’s amazing how, when I’m writing, I lose all sense of time and place.  There are words, and the click of the keyboard, and that is all.  There is something very Zen in being reduced to this, this single-minded concentration.

When I write, nothing else matters.  I don’t feel like I ought to be doing anything else.  No worries, no fears, no struggles aside from the irresistible challenges of wordsmithing.

It’s not always easy.  But it’s pure.  It’s the thing I do that never feels awkward, unnecessary, fake, or boring.  I imagine this is what a bird feels like when it’s flying–this, this, is what I’m meant to do.

I know I’m on a crazy writing high right now.  I’m also pretty darn sure I’m headed for discouragement and frustration.  But for the moment, I’m clinging to the euphoria.  Because as long as I’m writing, I’m living the way I want to be.  I am me in a way that I never am anywhere else.

It’s all about the two hours.  I’m 4,667 words in, with 45,333 to go.  I can do this thing.  I can write a novel this month, two hours at a time.

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