images3.jpgYesterday, my quiet spot at the library was closed. So I went to a local coffee shop and set up to write. I had forgotten that it was also a spot for official NaNoWriMo “write-ins” where local NaNoWriters could converge. Well, yesterday it was a scene. After about an hour, the room I was in was suddenly packed with over a dozen people with laptops, every looking quite grim and frantic at the same time. Everyone looked totally stressed out, and there was no friendly NaNoWriMo camaraderie. And in the midst of this clump of tense novelists, there was this one young woman talking, about Very Personal Issues, in a very loud voice. As if she were the only one in the room. I wouldn’t be surprised if half the writers in the room weren’t transcribing her every word. Agh.

So today I returned to my little spot with great relief. It was nearly deserted. I wrote 1777 words. I am STILL desperately behind, but chugging along. I might make it yet. One daughter is out at a sleepover, the other is sleeping, and my spouse and mother are at a basketball game. The house is dead quiet, except for the sound of jingling dog-tag collars. Should I watch a movie? Or keep writing?