/yawn

That's a big happy yawn. Good day.
I'm one of the crazies that's trying to write 50,000 words in a month. Technically it's called National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo (gotta have a catchy name for it you know). I think of it as a 50,000 word goal, since the end result - if I do get thru 50,000 words - will probably not be a complete novel, or a complete anything of value to anyone who doesn't love me tremendously. But I consider it the armchair version of running a marathon. You don't do it because you expect to finish first (write the best book), but because it's a pretty damn challanging goal and you just want to prove you can reach it. Or at least try your best.

And so. Today I hit 2213 words. I had a whole paragraph all typed in that I just deleted with the math of this project... I swallowed my inner geek and I'll just say I'm happy, not thrilled with that number. There's a whole bunch of days at the end of the month I won't be writing at all - that thing called Thanksgiving will have me a bit busy. But it's a happy start.

I have also found my chocolate tolerance level I think. Note to self : don't sit the bag of chocolate caramel kisses by the pc while writing. First clue it was a bad idea was when my chair made crinkly noises while it rolled over the little wrappers. Second clue was a really quesey feeling in my stomache as I saw the mound of chocolate that is still all over my kitchen counter. Damn neighbors, why couldn't they all give out tootsie rolls? I hate tootsie rolls. And no, tootsie rolls are NOT chocolate. They are the soy of candy, fake, fake, fake. They are to chocolate what non dairy creamer is to half and half. Just ... ewww.

So I'm taking my quesey self and getting some sleep. Tomorrow my willpower and I are having a long talk, and I'm introducing carrot sticks into the conversation. Or at the very least, cheese and crackers.