Nanowrimo

I'm more than aware that, at this time of year and over the next month, everyone in the same online circles as I will become increasingly more and more bored with endless word count updates, complaints and jubilation.  Your Nanowrimo is like your dreams - nobody else is interested.  So I promise I won't write much about it again, even though nobody reads this, because I try not to do things that irritate me!

But Nanowrimo. I've done it... six times now?  Won three times, failed completely twice and got to around 30,000 another time.  It's been something I've loved.  I've always been excited at this point in October because it's just around the corner.  Sure, most of the people on the Nanowrimo are intensely irritating and probably around twelve, but that's sort of sweet in October: it reminds me of when I too was an intensely irritating small child who couldn't imagine that anything would ever be more important than my 1667 a day.

THis year, I just don't know if I can be bothered.  I've been feeling a bit off the last few weeks: I haven't even been reading much and that isn't like me.  I'm not especially unhappy or depressed.  I just don't feel motivated.  And I don't know if the two things are feeding each other: like maybe if I just start reading or writing and push through, I'll start to feel more like I want to do it.

I don't know.  I've still got two days to decide!

Proud Moments

Sometimes, I stop and look at my kid and think, full of pride, 'I did that'.

Today, my mum looked after her and they watched Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban together. We told Lydi it was a film where a man turned into a dog because she loves all things canine. She, however, being three, failed To pay attention to the bits with the dog. The first bit she saw was Remus Lupin's transformation.

At which she turned gently to my mum and said, "That's not a dog. It's actually a werewolf."

She also does a wicked Cthulhu impression.

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I registered this blog username thinking, yes! Finally, somewhere to keep a permanent record of my life for those who wouldn't believe just how truly useless I am otherwise!

Then the day after, I broke my computer. Or rather, I switched it off and it announced in enormous letters, WIRELESS CARD IS BROKEN. No wireless meant no internet meant great excuse to not get round to updating a blog.

Now, after several months of my only Internet access being on my iPod touch, I have an iPad.  It has a keyboard of sufficient size that one finger fits on one key and doesn't bridge three or four at the same time.  The internet is the proper size on it, which feels almost miraculous. If not for the fact that he bought it for me, I might actually consider placing it above my boyfriend in my affections.

I suppose I should probably do a brief introduction, while I'm being boring anyway.  I'm Hazel, I live in Cardiff with my boyfriend and our three year old daughter and I do nothing of any substance, except bringing up my child and overanalysing Scooby Doo: Mystery Incorporated.  

We bought a house six weeks ago.  It's finally tidy because Matt's mum came to visit and, even though she is so lovely and laid back she would probably have told me how beautifully arranged the piles of crap were, I think it's part of the human condition to worry about whether your mother-in-pseudo-law thinks your housekeeping is good enough. (Mine is good enough for nobody. I have no delusions of domesticity).

I hope that my future posts will be better than this one!  At least nobody's reading.