I am finding inspiration in the most unexpected places, besides in my die-hard fans, my friends.
It is lovely how a particular occasion – in this instance – my participation in the NaNoWriMo is bringing forth such a lot of support from all the wonderful people I know, and a few I don’t even know very well, but hope to. I love how some people’s natural response is encouragement and assuring me that I WILL do it. And my mind thinks, right away, “Yes, of course I will. How could I not?” There is absolutely no reason not to.
In my mind, I always hear my grandmother’s, and my mother’s voice saying, “If Vidya makes up her mind, she’ll do it.” Which reminds me of a job interview I attended, a decade ago. It required references from previous employers. At the end of this interview, which went rather well, the interviewer told me that the references I gave had written back (email was not the primary means of communication back then). It seemed like he had something more to say, so I dutifully asked, “what did they write”?” He laughed and refusing to reveal the identity of the person said, “all good things”. But it seemed they had also gone ahead and phoned someone else – and I swear I don’t know who this is, to this day. The person apparently said, “If you give Vidya a rock and ask her to extract water from it, she’ll do it”.
I tell you, I was so touched. I feel emotional even now, when I recall that time.
My Mom always teased me about the importance of the eleventh hour in my life. Because there are quite a few things I confidently leave for the last moment – and instinctively get them done right. And the things I don’t do, by procrastinating, are always those well left undone. It seems like Fate smiles at me frequently. But this time I won’t tempt Fate.
On Saturday night I felt very thrilled about finishing the day with 10,300 words. I was laughing to myself, because that’s what I should have clocked in at the end of Sunday. But no need to go overboard with happiness, I thought, because I didn’t expect to get anything done on Sunday. We had plans to go for a musical evening with one of my Facebook groups and since I was carrying food, much of my time on Sunday went by in cooking and eating.
We had a very enjoyable time. Since the venue was far off, by the time we got back home none of us was in the mood to do anything besides some TV and going off to bed. Vidur was one of the singers in a long line-up of talent that evening. He sang a Hindi song, of course.
Sadly, I missed the first ever online write in Wrimo India scheduled from 3 pm to 6 pm on Sunday. Ah, well, maybe the next time. So far, I am on track. I am grateful to my “encouragers” and “motivators” and some awesome “cheerleaders”!