My birthday snuck up on me this year, hiding behind the projects that I have going on this month. Somewhere around the halfway point of the month, people started asking me what I would like for a present. Each time, I was taken by surprise, because I’ve been so distracted writing for Camp Nanowrimo. Real world details like birthdays and dates and obligations have had very little impact on my consciousness, because they don’t have anything to do with medieval Iceland and the people that live in my head.
I had set my birthday as a loose target for having the first draft of my manuscript finished, but I am not there and will not be by the end of my 50,000 word goal target for Camp Nanowrimo. That’s a little disappointing, but it is because the story has expanded in ways that I couldn’t have predicted at the beginning of April. It’s going to be for the best, I think. I hope. We’ll find out in draft two.
There’s a point in each yoga class when I am reaching the end of my energy and I have to reach deep within to do what my teacher is asking me to do next. I breathe, reaching into my body for some hidden reserves of strength and then move into the next pose. I’m at that point with the first draft – I am so close to being complete and I have been working so intensively on it for the last month that I am running out of reserves, but I know that if I keep pushing and looking for more strength and creativity within myself, I will find it. I will finish it and, and as a (belated) birthday present to myself, I will at long last have a finished first draft of a novel. It’s an achievement I’ve been dreaming about for years, but this year, I will have done it.
It’ll feel so good, if I can just get there. Camp Nanowrimo is winding down to a close and I have a few thousand words left to write to reach my goal, which feels like it shouldn’t be hard at all at this point, because I’m in good practice. Even if I didn’t finish the first draft, I have doubled the length of my manuscript in a month, so it’s been a worthy task. I can walk away proud of that.
As for my birthday, it was a quiet and lovely day, capped off with a fabulous evening out with my family. We went to a restaurant called Akbar in Garden City that has some seriously delicious cuisine. It doubles as a banquet hall, so the facilities are top notch, which appealed to my inner Taurus. Since it was my birthday, I decided that I would ignore the food preferences prejudices of my family. The Kid turned into a fan of Indian cuisine seconds after the chicken lollipops arrived, which was just an added birthday present. A good day all around, with good work done (both at work and outside of it), good people, good phone calls and good food. That’s what it’s all about.