Insomniac Nightmares

NaNoWriMo 2019 is almost upon us. In just 13 hours, the keys will begin clicking here on the Pacific, as people commit to the mad dash to 50k words in merely a month.

I still don’t know if I’m going to do it or not. I want to try; since my meltdown last week, I feel a little better. Or did, until I finally finished moving. My back and shoulders are completely destroyed and my asthma will barely let me breathe… though that’s nothing new. There’s a nebulizer next to my computer. I can deal with that.

But then I had dinner last night. That was a mistake. Red Robin here in Albany is apparently the goddamn devil. I had an A1 Peppercorn Burger (hold the onion straws), and the lady of the house had a Whiskey River (with veggie patty.)

We have been on a rotating schedule in the restroom since arriving home last night, things coming from both ends. It isn’t helping our muscular exhaustion or the headaches we both have from moving. It doesn’t seem ready to stop. I don’t know how well I can picture lurking above my keyboard at 12:01 AM to begin the first word rush, which I had actually intended to do as late as 5 PM yesterday.

Given my temperament, if I miss the starting gun, I’m liable to just throw in the towel. It’s not a healthy attitude, but I know myself, and I know how I am sometimes.

But for those who are participating for certain, and those already going (it’s November 1st already in a great many places), I wish you luck. May the words flow easily.