I almost made it through NaBloPoMo without missing a day. Almost. I missed yesterday. However, I have a good excuse.
Sunday night, my husband and I hit the road from Texas to Tennessee. I had intended to write about our trip on Monday, since it was 13.5 hours long and surely it would make for a semi-interesting post. We drove from 8:30 pm to 10 am the next morning, successfully running behind the mad Thanksgiving day traffic for the last 12 hours of the drive.
After that many hours on the road, though, my muse was sleeping. Writing just wasn’t going to happen. So I figured I would get some sleep, then write when I got up.
Instead, I slept a lot longer than I meant to, and I hit the floor running. We had invited friends over for the evening, and our house was void of any food other than a couple cans of soup. So it was shower, grocery store, home, and cook.
It was a great choice to have friends over, though. We had SOÂ much fun just eating frozen pizza and decorating little liquor bottles into Christmas ornaments. It wasn’t until they headed home that I realized I’d missed posting the entire day.
Oh well, I decided. It was okay to miss a day writing about life just to live it for awhile.
I would say you had an excellent excuse. Living life instead of just writing about it, sounds pretty good.