That moment when you submit your manuscript, verifying that you have won NaNoWriMo (meaning you wrote 50,000 words in 1 month): Yup. That’s me. I. ROCK.
the face of depression
(source: http://depressioncomix.tumblr.com/) This is more accurate some days than I’m comfortable admitting.
How NaNoWriMo's going for me so far
1. Sit down at the computer. 2. Stare for a half hour rereading old text, telling myself I’m doing it to “get back into the story.” 3a. Realize how far behind in the word count I am. 3b. Realize that I have #AbsolutelyNothingToSay about this story anymore. 4. Dissolve into varying degrees of 5. What the rest of my story will probably look like:
…couldn’t remember what day it was. Then I was all like “It’s Friday!”
Reading over someone else's shoulder
How I flirt
Start off the night like But after a few drinks? See my target across the room and walk over to give him my best line Followed by The Look: “Here comes the smolder!” End with my signature move Recover with some cool air guitar How did I ever end up with a husband?
My brain is like a toddler
As I’ve been struggling with NaNoWriMo, trying to write when the words just aren’t coming, I’ve noticed a startling similarity between how my brain reacts and how my 9 mo. old reacts when she’s asked to do something she doesn’t want. First, my brain gives a flat denial. (“Nope. Don’t feel like it.”) Then, when you sit it back down firmly, it...
Looking hungover, though I’m just tired. In kinda drab clothes. Hair has been needing a trim for about 3 months now. My shoes don’t fit well. Plagued by the fact that I didn’t get my word count goal last night for the NaNoWriMo kick-off. And yet? Still feeling
Outwardly, I’m all like, “It’s Nov. 1. A Tuesday. Big deal.” But inwardly? I’m all “NANOWRIMO! NANOWRIMO! NANOWRIMO! NANOWRIMO!”