November has been... interesting. For the first time in 7 years I'm not going to finish NaNoWriMo with 50,000+ words. In fact, at this moment I'm sitting at less than 5,000 words.
It might be that tumble I took off My back stairs, which resulted in a hairline fracture of a leg bone. I just got out of the boot brace this past Tuesday, after the latest set of X-rays checked out okay, and am now in a much smaller ankle brace.
Then again, it might be the fact that I had to spend more than a few November evenings shopping for a new car, after My sweet little lumber-hauling Cavalier got rear-ended by a large pick-up truck.
Or it could have been that nasty cold that was going around -- Not the Mesopotamian Death Flu, but sufficiently potent a virus that I went to Defcon 2 and even switched to almond milk for a couple of days so that dairy products wouldn't trigger a relapse.
My ankle's healing up nicely, My cold is gone, and I have a lovely new second-hand car that speaks fluent Japanese. I'm still not writing, though.
But I shall.
Just not this November.
Sometimes You just have to kick back, make a cup of tea and give Yourself a break... The kind of break that doesn't require X-rays and splints to put it right.