I’ve just signed up for NaNoWriMo. I have no idea why I’ve done this. If I’ve gotten everything done by November 1, I should be signed up for NoMoWriMoEVAH and should lie under the bed with a cold compress on my head for a month. Yeah, but what the hell, right? Right?
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not feelin’ the love
Totally not feeling the love this morning. Don’t wanna write. Suspect this mostly has to do with being disappointed in myself for not getting up to go swim (which became even more disappointing when I discovered that instead of absolutely pissing rain as I expected it to be, it’s *gorgeous* out). I have really *got* to arrange with a cab company to just have somebody here to pick me up at 7:15 MWF, which will eliminate the whiny Idon’wannagetupgonnastayinbed that has now prompted grumpiness. Writing or exercise. I seem to…
nothing to see here, move along, move along
Hoo-aah. 95,200 words on the book. Hit 400 (and one!) pages today. It can wrap up any time in the next hundred and fifty pages, thanks. *counts on fingers* Yeah. Something like that. I’m averaging 7800 word chapters (for God’s sake) and I figure I’ve got about five left. I hope it’s not more than that. o.O Honestly, I got nothin’. This is what happens when I’m up to my ears in actual writing. miles to Isengard: 299 ytd wordcount: 330,100
the best-laid plans…
I’d intended to write another 1300 or so words after getting home from my evening walk, but I was all pissy and adrenalized, so I ended up not doing it. I did, though, hit quota, which is good. Um. Apparently the entire point of this posting is for the wordcount, since I can’t think of anything else to say. miles to Isengard: 297.5 ytd wordcount: 325,100
*stares*
The fucking little yap dog just *bit* me. Jesus *Christ*. I went out for a walk without Chanti this evening and the stupid goddamned little dog came charging out, and I figured there wasn’t any reason to yell it off, because I figured its big deal was the 80 pound dog. No. Not so much. It came snapping and barking at my ankles and I told it to get off and it ran around in a circle and then came up and fucking *bit me on the ankle*. I’ve got…