Today I was thinking about Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland. Written by Lewis Carroll and published in 1865, it was not a book that I read as a child. Recently I bought a copy of my own because, after all, it is a rabbit who sets the events of the plot in motion: “Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge. In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.”

This is pretty much how I’ve been feeling on Day #5 of National Novel Writing Month. I exceeded my daily word count goal again for a total of 1615 words. But all day I’ve felt like I’ve done nothing in the last 5 days but head down one rabbit-hole after another with no idea where I’m going or how I’m going to get out.

(PS: The image of the white rabbit appears on a wrap-around neck scarf that my husband gave me for Christmas one year, made by a company called STORIARTS. It’s incredibly cold and drafty at 6 am these days in my writing studio on the third floor of our old house. Picture me there tomorrow with a Wonderland scarf keeping me warm.)

Five days down . . . 25 to go.

#NaNoWriMo