Apparently, another whole week has gone by since I last blogged. How did that happen? I guess time flies when you’re trying to write a novel, get ready for Thanksgiving and also get ready to take the tie-dye to market. I believe I am now officially sorry I booked us into the market on Small Business Saturday. We never do the market on the Saturday after Thanksgiving. We tried it the first year our local market opened and had the lowest sales of any day that year (well, that year so far; a December Saturday two weeks later when it rained all day was much worse, but that’s another story). We figured everyone was still in the big box stores or exhausted from Black Friday and decided never to do it again. We’d rather be eating leftover pie and watching Christmas videos.
That was several years ago, though, and Small Business Saturday has kind of turned into a thing since then. The market promised lots of promotion this year so we finally broke down and booked it again.
What were we thinking? Now we need to make lots of tie-dye during National Novel Writing Month. I was dyeing all day yesterday and then stayed up past my bed time adding two thousand words to my novel. Determined words. Desperate words.
And now, I’m about to do it again. I spent the day outside dyeing Christmas Tree T-shirts, Rainbow Hearts and Rainbow Rayon. All day long my inner critic was giving me a hard time about my novel, telling me it was worthless, hopeless and without any redeeming social value. Also lame. And, oh, by the way, I’m never going to find my place in this world and I’m going to die with all my songs still inside me. A real piece of work, my inner critic.
I vehemently disagreed, of course; I always do, but the fight makes me weary. I didn’t want to dye. I didn’t want to write a blog post. I didn’t want to add two thousand words to my worthless, hopeless, lame novel. I finished the things I needed to finish before dark and I came into the house to make the best possible use of the hours I had left before bed time. I needed to write a blog post and I needed to add to my word count, but I wasn’t feeling up to facing those tasks without doing something else to raise my spirits. Something that always works.
I baked a pie. I feel better. Now, on to my novel.