My · Life

(Before I begin, let me wish you all a Happy 4th of July, because whether you're American or not, you have a 4th of July in your country. Seriously. And it's been a while since I've gotten up but I still feel like a zombie. Thank you for listening. Continue, please.)

So this is the month of July, the month where all the NaNoWriMo-ers decided that they needed another NaNoWriMo month. Now. I joined the JulNoWriMo group here on LJ and began wondering why I wasn't taking part in these festivities. I celebrated my first NaNoWriMo victory last year (whoo!) and had failed to complete the challenge the year before, in 2007. Ever since I became victorious, I've felt a lack of love and want to write as July and November 2009 approached. Now July is here and November is still coming and I wonder why I'm so lacking in creative wonder and evil bunnies of plot.

I think what I'm getting at is that I need your help in diagnosis the problem. Should I be able to ask you this? I don't know. Maybe. What do you think? Is it just the shock of being victorious? Is it a serious condition? Is my imagination shrinking? Please forbid the last one.

But my July is way too busy this year. I've only been on a plane once in my life, and I was an innocent baby at the time. Now I'm a teenager who is capable of hijacking a plane and re-routing the plane to head to New York or some other awesomely huge and iconic American state. (Not that I would. That was a joke, okay? Okay?) And I fear that if people can assume that, with a crazy novel-in-progress draft, I could be a terrorist or something. I'm taking caution in that. Laugh at me if you will.  I'll be traveling to Boston for a week starting on July 17th, through plane, and will hope I don't die in a horrible plane crash. Can you tell I'm afraid of heights and planes?

I wish all the JulNoWriMo peeps the best and I'll be cheering from the sidelines.

Signing off,
Kate.