Thinking NaNo is a wash this year. Yes, I know there’s still time to kick my word count in the butt, that there’s more than enough time in the days remaining to get ‘er done, but as I wrote before, I’m really not feeling the push to “win” as I have in the past. My life in general has taken a turn for the, “I don’t need to prove anything anymore” and quite frankly, I’m liking it. I have this idea on why that is but I’m holding off on sharing it until I can claim things officially. Meanwhile, you’ll just have to wait and trust that it really is a good thing.
Meanwhile, I’ve been keeping another type of secret. Nothing earth shattering, just that I am on vacation. In Central America. Insert the biggest possible grin ever. I’d had this spot on my bucket list for a few years now and finally, I’m here. I brought my lap top thinking I’d spend a few hours or so each day working on my NaNo project. Um, yeah. Today was the first day I opened up the file. I added 1700+ words whilst listening to the call of the jungle just outside the cabin door. There are a lot of distractions during NaNo, but none quite as powerful as the cooling breeze flowing through the screened in porch in which a hammock of many colors awaits my life-weary body. In the three days I’ve been here so far, I’ve fed a Kinkajou, walked I don’t know how many miles, ridden two hours on a horse through forest, grassy plains, along a moderately busy stretch of asphalt, and across a tiny river all to sit atop a Mayan pyramid that was built several centuries before Christ’s documented arrival on the scene (funny how there isn’t an atheistic measurement of time – all we have is BC and AD, hmmmm),and slept, making up for the insomnia that has plagued me for the past twenty-one years. There’s an upcoming canoe trip, a butterfly farm, and hopefully more feeding of the local furry wildlife.
I’ve taken over 300 pictures so far and I’ve still got four more days.
Sigh. I hope the short bits of video I’ve taken capture the sounds of the birds, frogs, and Howler monkeys (man do they live up to their name) as I’d like to be able to hear them for years to come.
So, you see, I may just let the race to the NaNo finish line fall by the way side. I’ve got a date with some adventure that I don’t want to miss.