When I showed up to my interview last October, my boss was seated in the window of a coffee shop wearing Bean boots and a sweater emblazoned with a black lab. She couldn’t have looked more MAINE if she tried. We talked for an hour; she told me about the job and I told her about myself, and by the end of the interview I knew I wanted to work for her.
A week into NaNoWriMo and I’m exhausted. HOW DOES ANYONE FINISH THIS CHALLENGE?
Thanks to daylight savings time I actually have an EXTRA HOUR to write today! And since I started NaNoWriMo a day early, it feels like I’m really ahead of the pack! WOOF!
Dog walking isn’t a job for comfort seekers. And here in Maine, it takes a truly rare breed (pun intended).
Today marks the official start of NaNoWriMo and my wise husband has warned me not to try to boil the ocean. “Just write a post each week, babe. Something manageable.” I know he’s right, BUT DOES THIS MAN NOT KNOW ME??! When I get an idea I don’t just run with it, I hoist it over my head and head for the hills! Some live their lives at a comfortable simmer, frequently I’m more like a full steam roiling boil. When I read that New York Times article yesterday I was like, “Oh. Okay.” But then the pot started to simmer, and it got me thinking of so many other things I’d done before. Like moving to Maine, or writing a cookbook, or having a baby, or trying out for roller derby when I’ve got a chronic disease that gives me vertigo. I don’t pretend to understand the way my mind works, I’m just a captive under its spell.