Thinking about the Nanowrimo writing challenge makes me want to be a crazy writer. I mean I would like to think I would be the cool, zany writer who everyone admires. Someone people look up to and want to emulate, but I have an idea of how it will really go:
I will stop brushing my hair, because I am too distracted or obsessed with writing to care. Because it is naturally curly, my hair will just start weaving amongst itself until it is no longer brush-able or recognizable as hair. I will wear leggings all the time, even if they have holes and pair them with dresses, because if I wear a dress then I don’t have to try right?
I will never clean and I won’t shower as regularly. I might wear eyeliner more often–purple eyeliner. I have always been a fan of blue mascara, but never been brave enough to wear it. So I will start wearing that as well.
The amount of floral prints I wear will go through the roof. All I will think about is writing, and my fusband (future husband), but then some more writing. I will have a little studio in the back of our house and as fusband goes to work in his little office in the house (he works from home), I will totter off to my little room.
My little studio will be me, splashed all over the walls. All of the posters I love, paintings I have done, quotes I love, pictures, and a really cool shirt that Ivan made that says,”I don’t give a sheep.” One corner will have my viola with a music stand, one will have an easel and my paints. And I will write all day long.
Or pretend to write all day long.
Basically I am going to be a hot mess. A hot, writing mess. If Fusband is the only one who thinks so, I am okay with that.