You probably saw it coming from a mile away.
It went a little something like this: I spent Saturday afternoon in the California Room at King Library here in San Jose, happily doing research on San Jose in 1906 - maps, large photos, city directories, the works. Lalalala, happy happy happy. I came home with a list of more research I needed to do.
Sunday morning arrives, bright and cheerful. Lalalala sit down at my desk and ... blah. I have no interest in writing this story. All I can do is think about my Oleanna story. I finished the first draft over the summer (a long process three years in the making, interrupted by another full novel and a partial novel from last year's NaNo) and set her aside so I could finish the final polishing of THE HUMMINGBIRD. And to get some perspective.
So, ONoWriMo did indeed to what it was supposed to do - get me revved again about a story. I just didn't realize it would be this one.
Charlie and San Jose's earthquake in 1906 will still be there, beautiful Celeste with her big hat and fancy Colt pistol will still be there. But for now, I have to pay Oleanna some attention. Like Heather and her Romans, it's what my heart is calling for and I have to answer. So. NaNoWriMo will be more of NaNoEdMo for me.