I sit down to write in a comfy chair, large mug of hot tea and at least one cat, all within easy reach. Sometimes I look at the NaBloPoMo writing prompt, sometimes I already have something in mind.
Keys click. Cats purr. I write steadily, or in spurts, until it feels finished, then I go off and do other stuff for a while. When I get back to my computer, either I don’t like what I’ve written and start over, or I like it and publish it. Then, I wander over to NaBloPoMo Soup to add my name and link to those of all the others who have joined the December challenge.
That is, I TRY to add the link.
The online form has taken a dislike to me, for some reason. If I can’t get it to accept my link after four or five tries, my stomach starts to churn and the joy I felt while writing gives way to anger and frustration.
So…while I publish my blog posts daily, usually in the afternoon, the NaBloPoMo links are more eccentrically timed.
Grrrrrr.
