Friday was a freaky day at my house. It all started after a trip to the supermarket. While putting away groceries, I opened a case of Diet Coke and cut my right index finger with the perforated cardboard (ouch!). Blood dripping, I went to grab a Band-Aid from the first-aid kit. Guess what? There were none! I then went to the medicine cabinet to retrieve my backup supply. Again, there were none! In true dramatic Diane fashion, I ranted, “Why are there never any freakin’ Band-Aids in this freakin’ house when I freakin’ need one!” I wrapped my finger in a paper towel and grabbed my purse, because, as any mom can tell you, it is a good idea to carry bandages in your purse at all times. Do you know how difficult it is to find a tiny pack of Band-Aids with one hand in a purse big enough to hold a small child? Well, let me tell you, it’s really difficult. After digging and ranting for what seemed like forever, I located and applied a Hello Kitty Band-Aid to my wounded finger. I made a mental note to buy a jumbo box of Band-Aids and yell at the kids for using them to cover mosquito bites.
When my little darlings came in from school, they were giddy with excitement, chanting, “We’ve got a four-day weekend.” Still woozy from blood loss, I called to them from the sofa where I lay recuperating and asked them to explain what they were talking about (honestly, I wasn’t woozy or recuperating; just really tired…again with the drama). In a rather sarcastic tone they said, “Did you FORGET we’re out of school Monday and Tuesday?” Now, I am neurotic about keeping up with important dates, so I was certain their chanting and smugness were part of an elaborate pre-Halloween trick they were playing on me. Just to be sure, I made my way over to the school calendar, which hangs on the bulletin board right above my desk (I see it every single day). I was shocked to discover my kids were right! Today and tomorrow are school holidays. Oh, blunder, how the heck did that happen?
Now, here is the really freaky part. Somewhere between the blood and blunder, I’m pretty sure I lost my ever-loving mind. While hanging out with my friend Google, I stumbled upon a website called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Curious as to what it was all about, I began reading. According to the website, “National Novel Writing Month is a fun, seat-of-your-pants approach to novel writing. Participants begin writing November 1. The goal is to write a 175-page (50,000-word) novel by midnight, November 30.” As I clicked on each link and read every FAQ, I felt a mixture of excitement and nausea and wondered aloud if I could do this. Seriously, I walked out my front door, around my house and back inside, all the while saying aloud, “I wonder if I can do this? What do I know about writing a novel? Am I on crack?” (Answers: No idea – Nothing – Not that I remember). Needing someone to talk me down, I sent an email to my friend Heidi, who is a writer. I asked Heidi what she thought about the challenge. She replied that while it sounded like fun, she wasn’t sure she could formulate 5,000 words in a month let alone 50,000.
After reading Heidi’s response, fear began to creep in through every pore in my body. This came as no surprise seeing that fear and I are intimately acquainted. Fear is my biggest oppressor. I hate fear. Fear bites. This time, however, I decided to bite back. I signed up to participate in this year’s NaNoWriMo challenge! It is highly likely I have bitten off more than I can chew, but what the hell. I bit and that has to count for something.
Yes, Friday was freaky day and Saturday wasn’t much better, as more blood was shed (this time from my left index finger). I blame the entire freaky freakin’ weekend on the blood loss (insert big dramatic sigh here).