So this NaNoWriMo thing has been kind of unconventional for me.
To be clear: I’m writing, daily, but I’m not writing the memoir as I originally planned. I have my reasons – partly because I have to have oodles of uninterrupted time to go back to that childhood memory of me in the hospital, and live in it, if you know what I mean. I have to find that little girl voice and experience the experiences, so I can put them in words.
I can’t do that when I have to constantly go to the rink or cook dinner or answer questions or supervise chores or feed guinea pigs or go grocery shopping or argue with teenagers…
It will happen again. Until such time, I will just keep writing my other stories.
The point is that I do the writing.
And I am. In fact, I discovered a new site that accepts short stories and will assign beta readers and submit the material to contests and I cannot tell you how excited I am about this thing.
It’s called Fresh.Ink. The guy spearheading it is British but lives in Boston, and I am enjoying his simple, straightforward approach to new and upcoming authors.
I submitted my first piece there today. And I have more…
See? I am writing and I am making progress. Just not in the regular, conventional NaNo way.
But I had to squeeze that in, the submitting the piece. Because…
…we had a full day today which included an internment at a cemetery in the morning. There was some snow on the ground and it was damp-cold. Luckily I wore the proper coat.
As we stood there remembering the children’s aunt, feeling sombre at the misfortune of her untimely death due to cancer, we suddenly heard music playing nearby.
Music that reminded of a parade.
Sure enough, just around the corner from where we were conducting the ceremony, we saw a very long marching band approach, playing their instruments, led by horse cops and followed by a big number of air cadets and military personnel.
I bet it had something to do with Remembrance Day which is upon us shortly…
After the ceremony ended, we wandered around the grounds a little bit to visit the graves of the children’s paternal grandparents, but we didn’t stick around long. It was quite cold, and we were hungry. A luncheon was waiting for us at a place called The Old Mill.
I’m sitting here thinking I will not have to eat again for the duration of this weekend. It was a HUGE buffet in a lovely setting! Best part, it was located in the west end of the city where we live, which meant a short drive home after the gluttony. 🙄
Please understand that short drive however does not mean short in duration. There was construction and the usual delays in this city plagued by inefficient infrastructure…but we got home in one piece, and the boys had plenty of time to change and get ready for hockey.
The girl and I decided to stay home, putter with laundry (me) and kitchen duties (me) and art (her) while we wait for the time to advance until we have to go to her rink for a power-skate practice.
The weekend belongs to Youth Sports in this family. Everyone knows that and if you didn’t, you do now. 🙂
So that was my Saturday. How is your weekend coming along?