Sunday, November 8, 2015

November 8th, 7001 Words Toward NaNoWriMo, and Still Sane

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?


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