The Sudden End of October

                A few months ago I started a blog.  And then I fell off it, a bit…

                How many people must say that?  A few months ago I started a diet… A few months ago I started a new job… A few months ago I started seeing this guy…

                Those damn ellipses.  They really know how to get you to ignore the rest of that sentence. 

                The rest of that sentence is, of course, going to explain why I stopped writing my blog.  The rest of that sentence is going to say that I lost the urge to communicate my innermost thoughts to the rest of the world.  The rest of that sentence is going to say I got wrapped up in more important things, like having a social life or writing my novel (which, admittedly, I did finish).  But those ellipses, man, they’re really handy for ignoring a problem.

                The problem here is that I committed to something—a simple blog about nothing serious, but a promise is a promise, shouted into someone’s face or into the void, made at knifepoint or on a whim—it simply doesn’t matter.  I committed, and then I fell off.

                Tonight, at midnight, I’ll be entering into a new commitment: NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month).  And just like any other bride, I’ve got that cold-feet-wedding-jitters-run-for-the-cab-sleep-with-the-best-man-keep-all-the-gifts feeling in the pit of my stomach.  I realize suddenly that I’ve never been late to work, that I’ve called my dad every single week since he moved to Georgia, but I’ve never kept a promise that I’ve made to myself.  I literally can’t think of one.

                The trouble is that when it’s just you and you, you promising things to yourself, there’s no one there to get angry—no one to disappoint.  Because erasing blame is as simple as adding those three periods to the end of a sentence… and walking away from the issue.

                Well, if the first step is admitting you’ve got a problem then, call me a 2000’s dance move because I’ve mastered the one-two step.  Those of you who are AA affiliated already know the second step is about trusting in a power greater than yourself to literally restore your sanity. 

                While God is certainly my own personal homeboy, I think He and I can agree that my sanity might not be his jurisdiction.  There’s only one way to save me now.

                NaNoWriMo: the mad dash to the finish line, the sprint that starts from the first moment and never lets up, the near impossible 50,000 word minimum—the promise to myself that I intend to keep.  I’m going to lose sleep, throw fits at the people I love, break my phone on purpose, eat glue by mistake, cry for my grandmother, and create a complete, full, and beautiful piece of writing that says all on its own: if I’ve lost my mind, it was all for the sake of finding my heart.

                I’ll be in touch.


2 thoughts on “The Sudden End of October

  1. Gin, I always keep forgetting what a hilarious and eloquent writer you are. Seriously. It takes these blog posts to remind me that you are not only a barista but a beautiful writer.

    You can do this.

    And I’m not just saying this because you’re my friend… 🙂


  2. So- does this mean you are going to write more on this site…or give in to the curse of procrastination? I mean- you are writing a lot- just not putting it up here, right? So- is your commitment to writing for a specific cause gone to the wayside- or have you just spread yourself too thin. And…where is this novel? I would love to read it!


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