Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ice. Show all posts

Friday, November 7, 2014

FRIDAY STIR FRY - NaNo Thoughts and Other Stuff



I'm not gonna lie. It's been a rough week of NaNo. I was hoping to get way ahead last weekend. Didn't happen. Stayed barely above daily word count. And then yesterday, I hit a wall. Just couldn't do it. Couldn't get up early before work, couldn't write during lunch and last night only got maybe twenty words. Some would say that's something. I say it stinks. Ahh, the trials and tribulations of NaNo.

The bright side - I think I've added some good stuff to the novel I'm working on. And I have all weekend to write and we are off work Tuesday for Veteran's Day. Thank you veterans!

On a different note, I'm a little angry. Why you ask? Because we are going to get blasted with cold air next week. I think I've mentioned this before but in case you missed it -
I HATE WINTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I hate the cold, the sleet, the snow, the ice. Did I mention the cold?  Okay, I feel a little better now. Just a little.

If you are doing NaNo, let me know in the comments how it is going for you. And if you kept your sanity and are not doing it, comment about anything you like. I love hearing from you.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

WORRY

It's already February and we've had a really mild winter (in this part of the country anyway). There's still time for Mother Nature to slap us silly, but Spring is just around the corner. Last October I was really dreading winter. I was worrying about it so much it was harboring on anxiety.
As I get older, I dread winter more and more. The driving, the walking, clearing a path, the threat of power outages, etc. I have pictures flash in my mind of falling down and not being able to get up or of waking up to a freezing house. I'm sure the later is a flashback to the ice storm of 2007 when most of us were out of power up to two or three weeks.
I've never been a worrier but, I find myself more and more waking up at 3 am with worry on my brain. I worry about my health, my finances, my family. Is it just a part of getting old? I remember my mom worried more as she got older. She would say things like "Have fun. Hope you don't have a flat".
I don't like to worry. It's wasted energy that could better be used for positive change. One of my favorite sayings is: Worrying must work because what I worry about never happens. So true!
Do you worry? If not, how do you escape it?