Just a quick note:
I started this year. I'm 675 words in, which is amazing considering I spent all last night washing fruit, portioning trail mix, and getting food ready for ten days worth of meals.
You see, every year at this time is something called the Royal Winter Fair. It's ten days of agriculture and animals. And for the last eight years (this year is my ninth), I spend all ten days working it. I mean, there are some high points - money for one, which will come in handy when Christmas rolls around.
The second is the interesting people I get to meet. And the ones that return that make me smile. I work with the ring crew - a bunch of jokers who are responsible for setting up the horse jumps all day, every day (except for the days the cows are showing). They're crude, rude, obnoxious, arrogant, and all in all incredibly juvenile. Like for instance, this is what happened when I left my camera unattended last year
Think I'll make the same mistake this year? *GRIN* Probably. God I love those guys.
BUT... (not BUTT, giggle)
...it also means tension, exhaustion, emotions running high and tempers flaring left and right. After all, you take a group of people who care about each other and throw them into a building for fourteen to eighteen hours a day for ten days, subtract things like sleep and nutritious food, and add STUPID PEOPLE with a sense of entitlement just because daddy bought them a horse when they were six months old, and it's an explosive powder keg.
It also means that while I sit and watch doors and make sure everything is copacetic in my little corner of the Fair, I have time to write. But there's no ability to concentrate. Which means I don't write. Which puts my NaNo at risk. Which is ONE of the reasons I've failed the last four years. The other being a complete lack of discipline. (Which is another problem in my life all unto itself, but I'm not getting into that issue now.)
And then I also decided that what I've started is great, but I'm not sure that it's the novel I want to write. So my dilemma is this - do I keep going with what I've started, and hold off on what I really want to write, or do I scrap the 675 words and start all over again, hoping I get just as far, or further along, before I have to start my ten days in animal hell?
So my wonderful friends, what's your take on this? What sage words of wisdom do you have for this struggling writer? Any at all?
Bueller? Bueller?

