NaBloPoMo - What Plan?

Back in October, against my better judgement, I decided to grab the bull by the horns and commit to writing a post every day for a month. Being relatively new to the blogging phenomenon, I was blissfully unaware of the time factor involved in posting DAILY. Molly was waxing eloquent, on how "it made her write every day and, that, surely, was a good thing?", and being the silver tongued devil that she is, I was snookered. I like a challenge.

On with the thinking cap and off to the desk, to gather and try to put order on, the maelstrom of ideas swirling around my brain. What to blog about? What interested me enough to try and put words on it? What should I not blog about? Decisions, decisions. I needed a plan. I function much better when I have a plan.

After a few days of rumbling and mumbling to myself, "Eureka!!" The light bulb went on, the earth stopped turning, the Hallelujah chorus burst into song and all was right with the world. I had the ghost of a plan. A simple little plan. Now, all I had to do was implement it. I neglected to take into account that life had to go on as before, that work had to be done, family to be fed, relatives to be cared for, dogs to be walked, teeth to be brushed, showers to be had, clothes to be put on and off, laundry to be done, not to mention keeping the four walls from falling down around our ears.

Two weeks into November, I am in the vice-like grip of the deadly virus, Nablopomitis. I am pale and sickly looking from lack of fresh air, I have black circles under my eyes from sleep deprivation, I have carbuncles on my derriere from sitting at the desk, I have lost weight because I haven't time to be puttering in the kitchen, and I am losing my friends through lack of communication. Classic symptoms, I suspect. All I need is 48 hours in EVERY day and I'd be nicely sorted, thank you. Barring that miracle, I just have to content and console myself with "At least I have a plan .... THE plan .... the trickery and conniving thats going to see me through to Nov. 30th......and THEN I get my life back."

Now, I'm wondering has anybody twigged my plan? Can you clever bloggers see what I am up to? Can you figure out the way my twisted brain is producing, a product of questionable quality, every single day? Can you see a pattern? Is there some cohesive thread through all my posts? Or am I in danger of becoming too big for my boots?

"Molly, NOT A WORD from you, O.K?"

Now, I must go and feed the starving creatures that have been howling and hovering for the last couple of hours.