The house is a mess, and the first draft's still not finished.

Now that the mild afterglow of the nano is wearing off, I'm finding myself faced with a mess of a house, and a mess of an unfinished first draft.

Had I been able to spend last month pounding myself into the routine of so many words a night, I may have continued on, but I did not, and have not.

So, here it is, eight days after the nano's close, and I've not even looked at my aftermath messes. I can already feel New Year's like resolutions swelling inside me of how next year I will be prepared, things will be different. But next year is far away, and both my home and my book need to be put in order.

Tonight, I will start chipping away at the month long crud that shows itself in dust bunnies and unwashed dishes and clothing. I may not get far, but as with everything that makes the potential routines of life, it will be a start, and eventually I will get back to some semblance of where I need things to be.

As to when I will brave cracking open the draft, and begin to sort through the chaos, I cannot say. I'm still doing a bit of writing here and there, still unpacking, and still reading. The time must be made, but right now I haven't slotted it.

There's also work to be found as well. That's something I can no longer avoid, and now that my excuse of the nano is past me, I have to saddle myself back into the trudging path of the self employed on a more full time basis.

These things too, shall pass.