I painstakingly try to wrestle my unruly curls into braided pigtails before swiping on a layer of ruby red lipstick that rivals the sparkle of Dorothy’s legendary heels. I crack my knuckles, preparing my fingers for the flood of words they will soon type.
And then I sit here and stare at my damn computer screen, without one hint of an idea of how I’m going to do this.
Remember how I was all gung-ho about NaNoWriMo? Yeah, well that was three days ago.
I am stubborn, the stubbornest of the Stubborn, yet I have this little problem called never finishing anything. Seriously. I think the only thing I ever finished was my first short story in the third grade about a pet squirrel named Chippy who unfortunately had to be released back into the wild. I actually skipped recess to finish that story.
I WILL finish this book I’ve started that has no clear outline written or end in sight, and maybe after that I will find the strength to finish my many other unfinished projects- the 5 paintings sitting forlorny in the corner, the book I started writing almost a decade ago, the book-page wreath my Rockstar doesn’t understand. Maybe I just need everybody to go out to recess so I can finish…