DAMN!
I think I'm too busy right now to be a novelist. I just can't find the time to write. Like last night. I was supposed to go to westminster to the PoHo, see some people, and work on the book. Instead, I went home, because I felt like crap, and thought, I'll rest, and write, and get more done.
Instead, B and I went to the laundromat to wash the comforters, which he was supposed to do earlier in the day, and then to the grocery store to get necessities we were evidently out of. Fun times.
So we didn't get done doing stuff until almost midnight, so no writing occured.
Tonight I'm going to the PoHo, but I know I'm not going to write a damn thing, because it's the last night they'll be open, and it's going to be sad. I'm so far behind in NaNo right now, I don' think I have a prayer of finishing.
Damn. And I was so hopeful.
Instead, B and I went to the laundromat to wash the comforters, which he was supposed to do earlier in the day, and then to the grocery store to get necessities we were evidently out of. Fun times.
So we didn't get done doing stuff until almost midnight, so no writing occured.
Tonight I'm going to the PoHo, but I know I'm not going to write a damn thing, because it's the last night they'll be open, and it's going to be sad. I'm so far behind in NaNo right now, I don' think I have a prayer of finishing.
Damn. And I was so hopeful.