November 2011 has been a helluva thing.
I took the NaNoWriMo “write a novel in a month” challenge.
I started the month off sick, and was coughing a lot, sparking daily asthma fits.
We got in a fight with the State of California. It started in October and spilled into November. It was very stressful and belabored with paperwork.
We traveled 7 1/2 hours north and witnessed my husband’s younger sister’s marriage, in wine country.
We bought new tires in wine country… long story.
My grandmother got very ill at the beginning of the month.
She passed on the 15th.
I was very attached to her and it broke my heart to lose her. I am still in mourning. I miss her constantly. I am beyond thankful that she is no longer in pain.
We resolved our fight with the State of California.
I plugged away doggedly at the NaNoWriMo novel, every day. It became a personal story with names and some details changed. It became the story of my life. It became a story about mothers and daughters and grandmothers.
I cooked for four days and we held a Thanksgiving feast. My mother came from Arizona and my brother came over as well. I am so thankful for my sweet husband and my beautiful children.
We are still eating the leftovers.
Baby Levi was born to dear friends 8 days ago. What a transcendent reminder that life continues and life is a wonder. I am filled with ecstatic joy to welcome him into our circle.
Today, I finished my NaNoWriMo novel. I’m still coughing and the month was even more chaotic than I originally figured it would be. Rather than a feeling of regret for adding something to my plate, I found that I was thankful each day to sit down and write my thoughts and my memories. To create characters and situations, around those things, which had their own lives as well.
Adieu, NaNoWriMo 2011.
Until we meet again.