“I’ll need to remote-access your computer to fix this,” the IT guy informed me on Friday. I closed out of my personal e-mail and shut down the other non-work-related browser tabs I had open in the nick of time before the cursor started moving by itself, controlled by the IT guy thousands of miles away in Chicago. I watched him click this, close that, refresh this. Then the cursor began to drift down to the return-to-desktop icon at the bottom, and I sat bolt upright as I realized what was about to happen.
He clicked, and my desktop background flooded the screen. Just days earlier I’d changed it to this:
He didn’t say anything, I didn’t say anything, and we proceeded in awkward silence. Normally I wouldn’t splash my, er, extracurricular interests quite so loudly around my work environment, but at the moment I need it for ambient inspiration. Because, you see, I’m thinking.
I’m thinking. Imagining. Percolating. Plotting.
For the umpteenth year in a row, I’ve signed up for NaNoWriMo and am hopeful it will light the fire under my muse, who is just beginning to reappear after a year-long, pregnancy-and-childbirth-related hiatus. This year’s project is a sports romance inspired by the delectable fellow above, Arsenal’s Chilean midfielder, Alexis Sanchez. I won’t lie: flicking through photo after photo of him for ‘research’ isn’t a hardship. Neither is his mega-adorable Instagram, full of selfies with his dogs!
I’m hoping my rather thorough research and plotting period is setting me up for success during this year’s NaNo, and I’m always looking for buddies!
Are you NaNo-ing this year, or are you a NaNot?