NaNo Sunny Last Day

Today's my last full day at my writer's cottage. I love it here so much, and I do not want to go home. I have some anxiety that this is it. That I'll go back to my life and feel tired and drained and not write any more.

I do have a room of my own at home. I could finally get around to hanging those shelves to put those art supplies away, so that I can sit comfortably in there to write my tome. Virginia Woolf was right about the concern of money. In my case, it doesn't put me in any worse of a position than any man (ie; Andrew). It just puts me in a bad position, independent of how it compares.

I've also considered getting off the train each night and going straight to the library till it closes, which is at 9:pm each night. And I can just make space in my life to write. I can say no to weekend activities and stay home to write instead of schlepping all over the damned place making visits.

I never know what I'll end up doing with myself until I do it. Aunt Carol wasn't wrong when she said I needed discipline. I have considerably more than I used to, but you can't fit a round shape into an undisciplined container.

Instead of feeling badly, I suppose I ought to channel whatever impetus I have into writing. I think I'll take my macbook and head to the luncheonette to write for a bit. I should re acclimate with writing in public spaces.

Oh yeah, and here's where I'm at.

27966 / 50000 words. 56% done!