I’m super psyched: there’s only one day left until Camp NaNoWriMo. Writing a fifty thousand word novel isn’t just for November any more. As they say on their website, ‘An idyllic writers’ retreat, smack-dab in the middle of your crazy life.’
Wait a minute, didn’t I just start my third job a couple of weeks ago? Isn’t my schedule already totally over-booked? Isn’t that the reason I gave up TV? And now I think I’m going to sit down at the computer and crank out a fifty thousand word novel in thirty days. Yup smack-dab in the middle of my crazy life.
But we all know that camp is more than just showing up. It’s about the friends you meet along the way. It’s about scary stories shared around a camp fire. It’s about experiencing life and living to tell about it. And that’s what Camp NaNoWriMo is all about. Sharing a month of crazy fun with fellow writers.
And what’s camp without some special items to bring along. So it was off to Office Max on a Friday night to stock up on goodies. A few pens, a couple folders, and tons and tons of paper. And everytime I saw a sales clerk I just had to tell them all about camp. Who knows maybe I’ll even see some of them down by the lake as I write my masterpiece. Hey, you should come too. It’ll be a blast!
Come Join the Fun
I’m starting my third job this week, and came to the unfortunate conclusion; something has to give. There just aren’t enough hours in the day for everything I want to do, let alone all the crap I actually have to do. So what’s a person to do? I ditched the TV. I’ll no longer know who’s being voted off the island this week, or what number sequence will save mankind next week, or the nifty way dilemma number 362 was wrapped up in a mere thirty minutes. But the decision’s made, and the TV has to go.
Well today was the first day of my self-inflicted denial, and let me tell you it’s the best thing I could have done. It’s amazing how much you can get done when you don’t let yourself be sucked in by the mind-numbing minutia of TV. I completed a large part of my website, I did my chores around the house, I completed my assignments for class, and I started in on the queue of books that have been waiting patiently for me to get my butt in gear, and my priorities straight. And that is definitely a good thing, because according to my good reads account, I have thirteen books in the queue waiting to be read, and probably about fifty more on my wish list.
So unless I want give up on what little sleep I’m getting now with my crazy, busy schedule the TV has to go. And as long as I’m dumping TV I might as well through down the gauntlet and dare you to give up TV too. Who knows, maybe you’ll find that passion again for something you loved, and let slip through your fingers.