but not on the paper.
I swear to God, I had a dream about NaNoWriMo on Friday night/Saturday morning. I am so freaked out about this…. and I don’t even know why. I mean it’s not like I’m going to get flogged or beaten about the head. But still i’m freaked out about this.
And The Deistette is not helping AT ALL!
Despite the fact that i have the computer on my lap cooking my marbles and i sit here tapping a way she continues to read out loud interesting articles from her Sierra Club magazine.
“yeah, there’s a cool article here about going on a dog sledding vacation.”
“Wouldn’t that be fun.”
[Deist continues tapping and staring at his monitor] “uh huh.”
Maybe i’ll take Amuirin’s advice and just repeat a phrase a few times to get my word count up.
And so my novel begins….
“Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. Please don’t pick me. “