For the past two years I’ve written a novel for National Novel Writing Month. It was a welcome distraction & radical departure from my life.
It also disciplined me to write 50,000 words in 30 days, which seemed really daunting at first but was actually doable.
I honestly forgot about this event until last night when I received a reminder email & updated agenda. My local hospital was having a one-day symposium at a nearby campus & a few months ago had asked me to be part of a roundtable about lung transplant. It finally hit me last night that we are at the end of the month.
A few days ago (on 9/2) I made my 9 month transplant anniversary.
A few weeks before that I had another bronchoscopy because my numbers were down.
All appears to be OK. No rejection. That’s good.
I’m hoping the fall brings better breathing numbers.
I wrote this poem a few months ago. It just came to me in the night during a tough night during the wait. I even think it might have been a few days after my first dry run in July.
One of my favorite vices is coffee.
We have a Keurig in our house but we use the single serve cups with grounds & made that switch recently for a number of reasons.
I’m glad I did NanoWriMo again this year. Even if my novels don’t see the light of day, it’s good to be writing & for it to be fun. This year’s effort I just finished. My program had more words than NanoWriMo’s official validator, so I had a bit of catching up to do, but not by much. I know this one will need work too, but I’m glad it’s done.
I left social media recently due to some shaming & bullying. It was just too negative overall lately. Even with articles that I used to enjoy reading & some pages it just seemed there was a negative feel to it & that any post or article anyone bothered to put up, someone had an issue with.
It wasn’t just the election, but that definitely made it worse.