I should be over 13,000 words before I go to bed tonight, but screw that. Today, I walked four miles in The Bois, where I witnessed the natural harmony that exists amongst joggers, bikers, equestrians, and prostitutes, and I thought to myself: Meh. NaNo can wait.
Did I mention it was 70-ish degrees in Paris today? Fahrenheit?
After my walk, I baked delicate salmon filets in pure maple syrup, cinnamon, and cayenne pepper, while I roasted fresh root vegetables in a culturally imperative, très cher, cast iron oven. I topped everything with fleur de sel and witnessed The Hubs and my youngest son gobble it up before I realized that yes, I was procrastinating, and yes, I should continue working toward this NaNoWriMo goal.
I can’t lie about it: I’m behind. The NaNo website tells me at this rate, I will finish on Christmas Day. That’s unacceptable. I want one of those little virtual “Winner” badges, dammit.
Crap. How’s your NaNoWriMo going?