In about three and a half hours, NaNoWriMo starts. I know I could start now, but I'm a rule follower - at least on day one.
This evening, I have been sitting at the kitchen table with my laptop doing last minute research for my NaNo novel, only getting up to answering the occasional ring of the doorbell by trick-or-treaters. On a normal day, I could catch children with a large butterfly net in my back yard. But it's cold and raining, a very sucky Halloween.
I found the car for my opening chapter - a 1927 Ford Model T Runabout pickup, one of the last Model T cars made. I found documentation on how to operate it. In my story, it has been donated to the church by the wife of a mine operator. She wants the minister to give sermons to the miners and their families that live in the coal town - word is there's a lot of venereal disease among the miners (apparently there was). She thinks prayer and song will cure them all.
The MC in my story is the preacher's daughter. In chapter one, she meets a young miner who will be her husband. Later in the story, for reasons I don't want to tell you now, she goes insane. Her husband becomes the MC for the second half of the story because she's never herself again.
As I sat at the kitchen table, I was determined to nail down the details for the opening chapter, including the particular coal town (which thankfully is long since out of business, so I assume I can use it's real name without worrying about being sued should my odd novel ever get published and be read by enough people to warrant a law suit).
I tried to bounce ideas off my husband. But he wasn't listening. At one point, I made eye contact with him and thought I had him, but he went to get a snack while I was mid-sentence and left the room. Several minutes later, he served my young one a snack at the table, pulled up a chair across from me, and started talking to me and not about my novel - at which time I felt like I would go insane and never be myself again.
So I've got my story ready to go despite the overwhelming urge to completely change gears earlier today and in spite of the thing where my family isn't really going to give me a break. I just need one to two hours a day without interruption or annoyance for 30 days. (I am smiling now that I wrote that - it's not going to happen.)