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The month of November has an esoteric call to authors and wannabe authors everywhere called NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. The challenge is to write 50 000 words of a brand new novel within the 30 days. I heeded it, I signed up for it, and achieved it. By the end of November, on the last day, I had written 88,081 words (300 printed pages) all together, and 52411 words (168 pages) actually in use for the novel I am currently working on.
There are so much more writing and editing to do. It's daunting and I am really tempted to just spend all my free time working on this, especially since I have set the goal of submitting the first chapters to publishers by March 2016.
And thus this is the test for me, whether I will simply subsist on premade food, restaurant food, and take out, as I have done for the last few weeks in order to achieve my word goal, or I will be able to work out a balance between working on a project that is personally long due, and feeding myself and my son well, along with keeping up with this blog.
But even though I made the commitment to finish the novel this time and take it to the end point which is sending it to publishers, I also made two other commitments. One is the write this blog for six months, and take stock, and if it's working well, make it a project that lasts one whole year. The other commitment is cooking for myself as much as possible. As I always say, it's a lie to say cooking for yourself is easy and simple because it's not. It takes time and work, to have a healthy life for you and your children if you have any.
These few weeks I have had a never ending stream of Coca-Cola, (including accepting refills), restaurant food, skipping lunches, eating processed food for subsistence, mainly a general bad diet, and have to live with the consequences. My hair is stringy, in need of washing more frequently, it's ends have dried up, at the same time the oil and chemicals I have been ingesting are filling my pores, giving me bad skin, breaking out so badly that I have a pimple on my lip that from a distance looks like a sexuallty transmitted disease. I feel bloated and am sure I am a little fatter. I definitely no longer sleep well.
This is not how I want to live. For a while I had been so good at being healthy that I wanted to write about it.
It's going to take a while to get this right again.
So this is my test, instead of being home, concentrating on recipes and daily life only, I now work everyday. Just like most people, making this blog more honest.
The first meal I made in ages, was Chicken Adobo, a Filipino dish, Except instead of it taking 40 minutes, I made a cheat version that took 10. I won't write about it right now, as my phone is so full of things that I can't even take a photo, but I will.
So a new phone, a second draft and reseting my habits.
Breathe, here we go.