deep breaths

It is raining. Typical westcoast rain, thundering down for days on end. The farmer's fields are flooded. Gardens that were still blooming last week are shuddering and fading in the sogginess. The kids can't go outside and run around at recess. Instead they play puzzles and giggle and get crazier every hour.

The combination of shorter days and lack of physical exercise is making my house a crazy place.

We spent the afternoon at the skating rink. Racing around freestanding, with bars and with parker and eliza in cozy coupe cars. They are sedated and happy now, drinking hot chocolate watching television.

My novel is coming along. This writing here everyday for NaBloPoMo is a cinch in comparison.

50,000 words is sitting in front of me like a giant daunting mountain.

I have gotten through the hardest part of the story. The painful part.

I have been leaving the house every night, driving around listening to music for awhile, gathering my thoughts, then sitting at the side of the road or on the waterfront. Looking over Saanich Inlet and writing for hours on end.

Typing, erasing, typing.

More and more words. Sometimes they spill forth. Other times it is painful and slow. But, i am determined to finish this. For myself.

To write the only novel ever written in 30 days in a minivan.