--Henry Van Dyke
I’m so totally sick of myself.
Do you ever feel that way? Like you just can’t stand the sight or feel of your own skin anymore? There was once this poem by Shel Silverstein called “The Skin Stealer” (it used to give me nightmares as a kid—yeah, I’m weird) but right now, I feel rather like doing what it says:
“This evening I unzipped my skinIt goes on to tell about how a coo-coo came and stole his skin and behaved all kinds of badly with it. Right now, I’d be fine with that. “Just take my skin away so I can get away from myself for a minute!”
and carefully unscrewed my head,
Exactly as I always do
When I prepare myself for bed.”
So what am I doing with myself to escape? I’m throwing myself into NanoWriMo. Yes, throwing myself, like one might do to get under the wheels of a bus. 50,000 words of some other character’s life and woes should do to get me away from my own life for a minute.
Anyway, should you also be participating, feel free to “buddy” me. I’m LT_Elliot. Not too creative I know but that’s what Nano is for.
How do I feel about doing Nano for the first time? Frankly, I’m terrified. And you can see it by the adverbs in this post. Ugh.
Until next time,
p.s. I’m trying to get back to writer-L.T. and not so morose-L.T. Sorry that all of you have had to put up with my whiny posts as of late. I’ll get over myself soon. Or let someone steal my skin. Or something.