Whew, I barely made it through the week two slump of nanowrimo! I was bound and determined that I wasn't going to face that week two slump that everyone talks about on the nano forums.
Week two had such a beautiful start... On Monday I got the kids off to school without a hitch. A beautiful layer of snow dusted the ground. My favorite coffee was brewing and I had a brand new bottle of creamer.
It was looking to be the perfect day to curl up and write.
Then my front door opened and my husband walked in. He was hunting and shot a buck...and he wanted me to come help him find it.
He described the buck and pulled up trailcam pictures (on the computer I was just about to use) with the excitement of a little kid at Christmas, and I knew there was no choice. I was going to be there when he found that buck!
Camera ready and computer turned off, we headed out.
We spent that day, the next day, and the next day tracking the blood trail across the woods. Every little drop of blood we found was exciting, like going on a treasure hunt, and it was devastating when we finally realized that there wasn't enough blood and the deer was still alive. James looked at forums on shots and thinks he hit the deer in "no man's land", which is the space between the lungs and the spine. We spent another day out shooting and an evening together in a tree stand in hopes of bagging another (or the same) big buck!
On top of all that, there was a partial day subbing, the planning and organizing of American Education week at school, and celebrating my husband's birthday.
My perfect week to write? Gone.
Even though writing didn't go as well as planned, a new story idea hit. While I was tromping through the woods with James, he worded something in such a way that it got my mind rolling. Suddenly I had a title, then a paragraph, and then chapters for a whole new novel.
It's funny how a story can grow from nothing. The placement of a few spoken words that had nothing to do with writing, and my mind was going a million miles a minute. My husband noticed that I was suddenly very quiet, and wanted to know what was wrong. I grinned and told him I was working on a new story that I would have to dedicate to him!
I love to create new stories, but ideas don't just show up every morning at breakfast. Sometimes no amount of sitting and thinking can bring them in, sometimes is the right words at the right time. Sometimes it means taking time away from your notebook or computer, and tromping through the woods with someone you love.
(pictures to come! My camera broke, so I've been waiting to post this, but now that week 3 is over, I figured I better just go ahead and post about week 2!)
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