What the f*ck could I have possibly been thinking? Fifty THOUSAND words in a month? That's over 1600 words per day. Did I mention I started on Day 2? I'm already 1600 words behind. Shit.
I mean, who enters these friggin' things anyway? Don't these people have jobs? Families? Hungry goddamn dogs? I am three days in, and heaven forbid I have to actually go to the super market or something. Jesus H Christ! I am so afraid to waste time on anything not writing that damned novel, I have decided to only eat binding foods for the month of November. I can't afford weak constitution right now!
And what if I want to have a night out? Or a Thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmings? Do I just buy the family Boston Market take out and hope they don't notice? (Hmmmm-note to self- check out Boston Market holiday hours).....
I am at 4000 words.... a mere 1600 words behind schedule on Day 4.
Shit. It's gonna be a long month.
And damnit! I just wasted 197 words here. Fuck!
2 comments:
see, this is what I mean when I whine about not being able to do this! gah, the pressure how can you stand it?
yeah, I gave up. There's always next year, right?
As a funny aside, the captcha is "cooler bar" - is that a directive? Should we just find a cooler bar? Sign me up.
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