I am well behind schedule on my NaNo novel. So far behind that I probably won't make the 25K mark by the end of the month...maybe...but probably not.
Usually when I am in the midst of writing a first draft, the scene of the chapter I'm about to write plays in my head in the early morning like a movie I've seen a thousand times. Then I write it.
But this morning, the movie in my mind is this: I'm making homemade cheese- and spinach-filled whole wheat ravioli. I'm taking my kids to the store tonight to buy Christmas lights to replace the ones my husband believes he knows the location of but can never find before it's too late. I let my kids pick out the lights, and we decorate the outside of the house before my husband gets home. Then we spend the evening experimenting with making pasta and pie crust. The babes helps to make a big cookie shaped like a gingerbread man, which he's been dying to do since we bought the pan. He dumps the ingredients that we carefully measure and tries to stir it but needs help. When the cookie is done, he covers it with a mess of icing and candies. It's family bliss.
It won't happen that way. It never does. But I'm hopeful the reality of this evening will come close to the vision in my mind. I care way more about that than my NaNo novel.