Yesterday I split my afternoon between the local independent coffee place and the public library working feverishly on my NaNoWriMo novel. I managed to get somewhat caught up on my word count to the point where I actually think I can do 40k by Monday. After writing all afternoon I was lucky enough to meet a wonderful woman who sort of runs the local community library. I say sort of because everyone just pitches in to keep it running and while some people do more work than others, there's not real heirarchy so no one's really in charge. I was amazed to find that this warm and inviting place has existed only minutes away from me without me knowing about it, but I do believe that things come into our lives when we're ready for them or in need of them. This is definately one of those times.
What's even more interesting to me is that my novel is about awareness or lack of it when we are young. In writing it though I've become aware of quite a few things about my past as well as things happening right now. The community library being one of them and The Red Room being another. Mostly though I'm never imaginge getting the incredible amount of support I've received and continue to receive daily from family, friends even people I just met, to keep on writing.
So to my family who didn't mind me being gone the whole afternoon, who lets me ramble on about characters and plots and has been covering my shirked household responsibilitie -- thank you so much! I'm so grateful for all of the encouragement and for having found a place where I can go to write when my house is too busy, the coffee place is too noisy and the library is closed.