Yes, to everything there is a season. A time to laugh, a time to cry-
A time to write, a time to be so thoroughly exhausted by the nothingness of everyday that all you can think about is sitting down and closing your eyes for a moment and maybe if you stop breathing through your nose the poopy diaper that needs to be changed will just go away.
NaNoWriMo came to an abrupt stop for me when my husband left the country for the last half of the month of November. We shifted into pure survival mode (and when I say survival mode I mean eating and drinking enough to stay alive. Everything else fell away). I got to about 12,000 words, which is painfully shy of where I thought I'd end up, but 4,000 more words than I got to last year. And the idea developed much more this time. It is a project I will revisit.
Anyway, I've got about as much creativity in my brain as.... see, I can't even think of a good analogy. No creativity.
So I'm not going to pretend anymore. Instead of leaving all 2 of my faithful readers with the impression that I just might update the blog, I will officially go on hiatus until after this baby is born and I'm sleeping more than 3 hours a night. I will be sure to post when the blessed event occurs, just to keep y'all in my loop. Expect that in January.
When I do return, hoodie donned and rarin' to go, you can expect me to become an active part of the community again, like the good old days.
Until then, my friends, this is not goodbye. Just "until we meet again."
And for those of you morbid enough to care, I leave you with a photo of my current state-