Here we are, just over a week into NaNoWriMo. How am I doing? So far, I’m keeping up with the daily word count to hit 50K words in 30 days.
I’m also still blogging for 3 blogs, and a host of other projects.
But I’m also tired. Very, very tired. Not physically exhausted… no, I’m just mentally tired of running around and doing things. Or as one person put it, “I can’t brain. Don’t make me brain.” I find myself getting weary when I’m not writing or working or listening or driving or working some more or… whatever.
Granted, over the last few years I’ve learned to push a lot of that aside and get stuff done anyway. But is that really how we’re designed to live? Doing as much as we can, and not really being able to enjoy it?
I’d really like to be able to sit and *not* feel the crushing weight of a thousand things to do. Yes, I know some of them I took on of my own volition, but that doesn’t make them any less real, or any less heavy.
Sometimes my brain tricks me into thinking my life is like a TV show, and when the action’s over, nothing happens until the next episode. But real life doesn’t work that way. It just keeps going, and going, and going, like the Energizer Bunny (I hate the Energizer Bunny!)
So yeah, I’ve been writing up a storm. Does it make me feel more relaxed? No. Does it make me feel more accomplished? Kind of… it’s nice, but I’ve done it before. Does it make me a better person? Not really.
I’m very proud of who I am and what I’ve been able to do, but there are days when I don’t want to be a Supervillain any more. It would be nice to be a normal, dumbed-down guy from nowhere, doing nothing.
Heh. Yeah, right! Like that’s ever going to happen to me. I can’t help but be who God made me to be, so I’ll do what I can, and try to slow down long enough to not let life pass me by.
This past weekend, my eldest daughter turned eighteen. Eighteen. I don’t even know where to start with that… I guess out of all my evil plans for World Domination, having kids was one of the best. Cause she’s awesome, and crazy, and cool, and grounded, and all the things I wanted her to be. I don’t think I could’ve asked for a better minion.
So, enough reminiscing. It’s back to writing, and work, and everything else. I’ll catch you all when I come up for air.