Every fucking time.

Every time I start getting excited about working on my novel again, someone gets horribly sick and/or dies. 

First, Dad.   Then, on the third day of NaNo last year, I had a pair of ovarian cysts burst and I was in a painkiller coma for about a week.  I was slowly starting to work on it here and there this summer, and phantom’s mom passed.  Now, here it is, NaNo time again, and I just found out that my stepmom’s mom is on her way out. 

She’s in the advanced stages of alzheimers (which is brutal), and we’ve known the end was coming for a while, but still.  It hurts.  First, because there have been so many other losses.  And second, because she was kind of my third grandmother for more than 20 years.  I’m not trying to claim it for MY tragedy, but it’s still taking a toll.

And honestly, it’s making me think about whether I should just scrap this one, because it apprently brings some bad juju with it.  :-

Anyways, I tried to write regardless today, and rallied enough to punch out 803 words.  Shit words, but words nonetheless.  My story’s getting boring, and I just have no idea about the next thing that will happen.  :-

Tomorrow’s a free day, however, no training, and I’m hoping I can knock out 3 or 4000 words.  We’ll see how that goes. 

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