I have

I have a new winter coat.

I have a place to live.

I have food.

I have water.

I have income.

I have a car.

I have clothes.

I shall not starve or thirst, I shall not face cold or rain. I shall be able to come and go. I shall have money to maintain these things.

My time now is set aside to work on Nanowrimo. Please life, let me enjoy this challenge for myself. I want to do this.

As crazy as it sounds this is my vacation. I do it twice a year, and then I spend a week in connecticut each year.

This isn't asking much. I still get up and go to work, I still get and prepare my food. I still clean up after myself and this year I will still be doing a few other side projects. But Let me call my muses in and we can sit and work on having adventures in far off places that have differant rules from our world. Let me get to know people there and spend days and weeks in the journies and excitement that happens in those hours I am off adventuring.

I want to play with my brains plasticity and test my limits as a writer and story teller. I want to feel so very tired and as if I've spent months or even years away from my life when only a few short weeks have gone by.

I want to celebrate doing something so crazy as to have written 150,000 words of novels in a month. I want to stand at the finish link in awe and say, "Holy crap! I bloody did it!" and whoop out loud.

I will uncork all the bottles and let my muses out, with their kin to celbrate and ride the creative high of it all. Then crash for a week and some sleep as time rushes to catch up with me.

So Life this is my request and my notice. I'm going on my adventure, please send all forwarding mail and excitement to some time after the first week of december when I'll have recovered from it all. Nothing so urgent is going on that I cannot let it stand for a time.

Take care of yourselves,
Rovingjack