NaNo Home-oh

This morning was my last morning at the cottage. I miss it. I felt quite sad leaving. I puttered around for 2 hours or so cleaning up and packing and clearing out the fridge. I had such a lovely time. I forgot that I loved living alone. I'm sure I used to get lonesome sometimes, but more often than not I think I rather enjoyed living alone and being surrounded by only my things. Not that I don't love living with Andrew. I do. I love being with him and coming home to him. It was just nice to have that again, if only in brief. I felt like I could cry pulling away.

The good news, though, is that....

40829 / 50000 words. 82% done!

Ta Da!

This means I have to write only 4585 words tomorrow and Friday in order to finish, and I know I can. I was supposed to go back to work tomorrow, but I took the rest of the week off so that I'd be sure to finish.

It's amazing that just a few days ago I had resigned not to finish, and now I'm sure that I will. Plus... I don't know if it's that luncheonette or what, or if my writing muscles are just in better shape, but 4,000 words has been coming pretty easy. I'm also writing all the fun parts now. At some point, I'll have to come back and join it all together. Less fun.

I'm home now. Andrew and I made dinner together. He didn't work tonight so that he'd be here when I got home, making the house welcoming and warm, which it was. The problem is, I just don't think I can write while he's here. I wrote about 900 words, but I'm torn between going to sleep so I can wake up early to write, or going out now to write somewhere else. The only thing opened in Long Beach at this hour are bars. I wouldn't be opposed to going to the bar to write. At all. I just don't really feel like it. But I do feel like writing. Conundrum.

I anticipated this scenario before I left Westhampton, and in preparation, I ordered myself some shelf brackets. Shelf brackets? you may be saying to yourself. Yes. Shelf brackets. With which I can finally hang those shelves in my office. And on the shelves, I plan to put all the crap that's currently on my desk and in boxes on the floor. And when the surfaces are clear, I'll buy a rug, and light a candle, and shut the door... and write.