Louisville Magazine

JAN 2017

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LOUISVILLE MAGAZINE 12.16 43 of making the world your playground." Jazzercise at Mid City Mall, too, is one of the 47 locations on the Fit Pass. Some limitations: Not every studio gives Fit Pass members access to its full schedule of classes; you can only go to a certain location one to five times in 30 days, depending on the membership level. But this design pushes me to try new things — a country music- themed Zumba class, perhaps. Plus, I can sign up for a class when I'm having a motivated moment and then, feeling obligated, am less likely to ditch class the next day. After waking up with sore calf muscles for several days, I decide I need some yoga. I take a noon break at Sādhāna Yoga inside the Pointe in Butchertown. Instructor Nerissa Sparkman (who has photographed for Louisville Magazine) has us do several sun salutations, in the literal warm sunlight that's pouring through the large windows on this freezing day. I close my eyes and let it wash over me as I move through the vinyasa. As I rest in savasana at the end of class, I think, I could be at my desk right now, like so many other people, but here I am, removed from that for just a piece of the day. — MCA Nov. 1: I can do this. By recycling the idea from a novel I tried to write like five years ago. Woman's best friend dies (cancer? car wreck?) and then comes back in the body of her dull, middle-aged neighbor. e deceased friend was male. I'm thinking a Duckie-from- Pretty in Pink-like character. Romance? Definitely. Humor? Inherent in his coming back in the body of the neighbor. I'm thinking the neighbor should probably be a putz and look like Paul Giamatti. Nov. 7: I am on fire! Reached the goal every day so far. I've even surpassed it a few times. I want to go out this weekend because a friend of mine is having a going-away party for his move to ailand. I'll write ahead of the goal in the next few days so I don't have to write Saturday night. Nov. 11: I've hit a dead end. e best friend is in the neighbor's body, but now what? I need to write at least 3,000 words today so I can go to that party tomorrow. Guess I'll just plow ahead and worry whether any of it is good at some other time. Nov. 14: Hoo-boy, that was a crazy weekend. Didn't write Saturday, and Sunday sort of ended up being a recovery day. Nov. 15: It's halfway through the month and I'm only a little shy of the 2,000-words- a-day average. Still kind of lost on where this story is headed. I can feel myself sliding into my old habit of rambling melodrama when I'm not sure where I'm going plot-wise. But I have to reach the goal each day, so…? Nov. 20: Good Lord, when did my quirky little story turn into a soap opera? I don't like this! And what even is the plot? I had a premise, but I don't think I ever had a plot. Still not sure what has happened since the neighbor became possessed by the dead friend's ghost. I should November was National Novel Writing Month — or, as it's popularly abbreviated, NaNoWriMo. Ev- ery November, I see a slew of Facebook posts from friends participating in the challenge, trying to complete a novel by the end of the month. While novel lengths vary, the suggested word count for each day is at least 2,000. Writing 2,000 words a day isn't some impossible task, but writing 2,000 words every day that are good, that build upon each other to create the Next Great American Novel? So that was my challenge: Write the Next Great American Novel. No big deal, right? In the evenings after work (and aided by a large glass of wine), I set forth on my task. — Leah Blair probably waive the word-count goal for a bit and try to outline/ figure out what is going to happen with the rest of this story. Nov. 23: It's the day before anksgiving, and I work at a grocery store. Hell has commenced. I'm grabbing a sixer of Goodwood Louisville Lager and turning into a sentient blob in front of the television the moment I get home. Nov. 25: anksgiving was yesterday and today the family wants to go out to Joella's. Sorry, novel. I'm going to have to neglect you again in favor of chicken. Nov. 28: I'm extraordinarily behind now, and I don't like what's happened with this story. Is it too late to start over? Also: Who decided that, of all the months, NaNoWriMo should be November? Hello? anksgiving! Why not April? Or September? What ever happens during those months? Maybe I should blame whoever picked November. Maybe none of this is my fault at all! Nov. 30: So I failed. Looking over the mess of what I produced this month — 28,144 words — I think some of it is salvageable, especially what I did during the first half of November before I was distracted by friends, family, food and drinking. To be fair, though, the food and drinks were very good. And, you know, the loved ones aren't bad either.

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