NaNoWriMo* is in full swing and it’s a chilly, rainy day in the Seattle area. I’d say peaceful, but they’re replacing the roof on my building and the roofers started at 08:30. That’s in the ay-em. On a fucking Saturday.

And I didn’t kill ’em. Not even once.

Happy Celtic New Year! I’m so grateful that it’s a new year and new beginnings, because it was past time to put the old year in the ground. Man, what a couple years it’s been, huh? We live in a brave, new reality that bears very little resemblance to the one we were living in a few years ago. The world is waking, and it’s a good thing, but chaotic, nu?

As I’m doing over on my Knoontime Knitting blog, I thought I’d check in on the week and share a progress report. For one thing, I realized I REALLY miss blogging. I happened to look back at some posts that I wrote for a group blog “back in the day,” and realized there’s some good stuff there! (Which, for those of you wondering, I will post here as throwback posts just as soon as I can get my fingers to type up the post links and things. Never fear, Dear Reader, I’ve gotchoo.)

But fallow periods are necessary. As Dr. Mia Rose points out, nothing blooms all the time. And so for us, we need to remember, and by “we” I mean “I,” that sometimes rest periods, fallow periods, dry spells happen. I am also learning that I need to celebrate the small steps I take in the direction of my goals/dreams/inspirations/squirrels. And as for squirrels, sometimes I just need to chase them because doing so brings me deep and abiding joy.

Take this post, for instance. It’s a bit of a squirrel. How I got there was, I met with my accountability partner this morning, had a fantastic meeting with her. Then I met with my web designer and technology advisor, and WE had a great discussion. As part of that discussion, I was trying to find a post written by a colleague on a group blog and poof – I found some posts I’d written, one of which is still relevant today as it was five years ago. And poof, I said to my designer, I miss blogging, and she, very reasonably, pointed out, “Well, you can blog now.”

Hmph. Way to puncture a really good pity party there, chica.

Ergo, I’m blogging. But about what?

Ah. THAT, Dear Reader, is my inner critic, come out to play with me and interfere with me getting in a sentence edgewise. So I decided, I did, to come here and do a blog post for Saturday, a check-in of sorts, and voila. I’m blogging again. Just like that.

And sometimes, it really is just that meta.

What about you, Dear Reader? What was your week like this week? What are you planning for the week to come?

*NaNoWriMo – What Izzit?

National Novel Writing Month is every year in the month of November, and participants endeavor to write the draft of a novel, which is defined as 50,000 or more words written entirely during the month. I volunteered for several years to help out with the Chicago Region, which includes the third largest city in the country and over 5,000 participants every year. This is my first year not volunteering in a while and I confess to being a little bereft. The Seattle region is quite large but, though a logistical brain fart, I neglected to get tickets to today’s train write in and by the time I realized I should do so, they were sold out. So THAT is a cautionary tale if I ever heard one – strike while the iron is hot, Dear Reader, and don’t be left behind.

But now, it’s brunch time. Do tell me, though, in the comments what your week is like; I’d love to know!