Well, here we are at less than 5 hours away from the start of NaNoWriMo 2018, and I’ve spent the last three days with the feeling that I always associate with anticipation, usually involving something creative (or presents, I usually got it when I was about to start opening presents as well, as a child and teenager). I’ve always called it “butterflies in my stomach”, because it’s pretty much exactly how that metaphor/expression is defined: a fluttery feeling in one’s stomach. (I just looked the expression up – admittedly on Wikipedia/Wiktionary – and apparently it’s a physical expression of an adrenaline surge, the fight-or-flight response. Weird. Maybe it’s my autistic/alexithymic confusion of emotion and physical reactions, rather than what other people call “butterflies in the stomach”?)
This year is extra special to me, because for the first time, I am an official Municipal Liaison for my region (Canada :: Newfoundland – which does include Labrador, I believe, but it’s not listed in the region title).
Plus I’m working on a book cover for one of crossoverqueen’s novels. As a result, the creative anticipation explained in the first paragraph has also led to some insomnia. Which… well… I guess I can consider it research for this year’s story – see below!