didn’t quite make it…

I came around a little less than 10,000 words short of my month’s goal for nanowrimo. I’m not disappointed though (well not too much), I think this is the most I have written since I started working on this novel!

It was hard at first, but whenever I was having trouble, I would just tell myself “I’ll just write 500 words and I’ll take a break”. And I’d end up with almost 2000. It was difficult of course, but somehow I managed to write 43,598 words that way. Yay me

Note to self: Self, take a well-deserved break for December, then you can go back to setting those monthly goals for that novel of yours.

Oh, and work on those school applications that you’ve been putting off to write fiction, damnit… Actually I think that should be your December goal. Get all the essays and such out of the way so the paperwork can be sent off before the new year, you lazy git!

note to self:

Never again will I reach blindly into the fridge for juice.

At three o’clock in the morning after a random (but fun!) night out on the town, anything remotely orange in a plastic jug will look like my old breakfast favourite, oj. But carrot juice, unfortunately is not orange juice, and even more unfortunate that it is not Gatorade (for a split second I almost thought it was), even though it is orange, and it tastes even worse than regular, solid, a little on the grainy side carrots… which might be fine when you’re sober, but not when your mouth is dry and you’re tired, and thirsty, and cranky because your feet are sore, your hair is smokey, and all you want is a little sip of juice. Ah, the joys of living with health aficionados such as my dad.

Now I know I won’t be able to sleep… that carrot juice must have been expired or something. Which possibly might explain why it tasted like ASS, and not simply yucky carrots as one would presume. And thus I’ve had to amuse myself writing this little anecdote down for posterity. Also so that I should remember to go for plain old water next time. You can’t mess that up.

/end note