Tomorrow (which starts in less then an hour here) is April 1st, which means Camp NaNo. I have 100% failed at all attempts at writing for what feels like forever and I’m frustrated and sort of don’t even want to attempt Camp. I will attempt, because writing is a part of me and it feels weird and wrong to not.
Goal for Camp is plotting and outlining. Outline that dang ‘thank you’ Amanda scenebunny that has been biting at my ankles for nearly two freaking years. Outline the girlfriend idea for Amanda-sequel that I’m really not sure even fits with the story but it keeps poking at me. Figure out where exactly Remy-sequel is going, maybe outline the next few couple’s therapy sessions, figure out what ending is actually realistic for Allison at this point. Maybe, possibly poke at the bare outlines of a few older story ideas that I never actually started writing but still want to.
New Year’s Resolutions…. Ugh…. Er…. Meep? I did manage to write a small poem in January, but then nothing February or this month. I’m telling myself that’s okay because I *will* do Camp dangit. Haven’t even attempted any of the ER books I need to read, sigh.
In more personal news, my mom is scheduled for major surgery on the 10th, knee replacement. I’m trying not to worry and freak out too much but that’s not really working too well. …. She’s everything to me and I just want her to be okay.