NaNoWriMo
So this year has unabashedly SUCKED.
We all had COVID around Labor Day, desipte everyone having their shots and booster shots (though I had to wait until after COVID to get mine and then I got to have the worst reaction to the blasted thing of all of us, which WAS NOT FUN and was completely unexpected, as the two shots had basically done nothing but made my arm ache a little and you'd think if it was going to hit anyone hard it should have been my dad, the cancer survivor with the shitty immune system).
I tried to break my foot, break a tooth, and otherwise just hurt myself, while I was home alone this fall and the parents were gone down to Florida.
Dad caught viral bronchitis and gave it to me. He missed the big family Christmas and I probably wasn't contagious (no more fever at that point or on the preceding day) so I went but have spent most of the time since exhausted.
I barely managed to get like three-fourths of my normal cookies baked and could do nothing all December between the aforementioned godsawful reaction to the COVID booster and then the viral bronchitis, and it's been in the 60s/70s for like the past week and it's so damn hot you can't do shite in the kitchen right now and it's RIDICULOUS and anyone who says there's no such thing as global warming DESERVES TO BE DRUG OUT INTO THE NEAREST STREET AND SHOT, as far as I'm concerned.
And to top it off, the computer hates me. I left the room to use the bathroom three weeks into NaNo and when I came back the computer had shut down and it had EATEN ten files that were supposed to have been copied over to the external harddrive. Needless to say, none of them copied. And one of them was the NaNo project for this year (a reworking of the young adult SW novel Ahsoka, so that it's consistent with my larger SW AU 'verse), so I lost roughly 75 pages or 65,000 words that I can never get back and am still too discouraged to really try to reconstruct. I sttill managed to just sqeak by the 50,000 word requirement for a successful NaNo project on like the next to the last day possible, but I am fucking pissed off and tired and so damned SICK of this shit.
If this year doesn't end soon, I might have to shoot someone or something (possibly the computer).
We all had COVID around Labor Day, desipte everyone having their shots and booster shots (though I had to wait until after COVID to get mine and then I got to have the worst reaction to the blasted thing of all of us, which WAS NOT FUN and was completely unexpected, as the two shots had basically done nothing but made my arm ache a little and you'd think if it was going to hit anyone hard it should have been my dad, the cancer survivor with the shitty immune system).
I tried to break my foot, break a tooth, and otherwise just hurt myself, while I was home alone this fall and the parents were gone down to Florida.
Dad caught viral bronchitis and gave it to me. He missed the big family Christmas and I probably wasn't contagious (no more fever at that point or on the preceding day) so I went but have spent most of the time since exhausted.
I barely managed to get like three-fourths of my normal cookies baked and could do nothing all December between the aforementioned godsawful reaction to the COVID booster and then the viral bronchitis, and it's been in the 60s/70s for like the past week and it's so damn hot you can't do shite in the kitchen right now and it's RIDICULOUS and anyone who says there's no such thing as global warming DESERVES TO BE DRUG OUT INTO THE NEAREST STREET AND SHOT, as far as I'm concerned.
And to top it off, the computer hates me. I left the room to use the bathroom three weeks into NaNo and when I came back the computer had shut down and it had EATEN ten files that were supposed to have been copied over to the external harddrive. Needless to say, none of them copied. And one of them was the NaNo project for this year (a reworking of the young adult SW novel Ahsoka, so that it's consistent with my larger SW AU 'verse), so I lost roughly 75 pages or 65,000 words that I can never get back and am still too discouraged to really try to reconstruct. I sttill managed to just sqeak by the 50,000 word requirement for a successful NaNo project on like the next to the last day possible, but I am fucking pissed off and tired and so damned SICK of this shit.
If this year doesn't end soon, I might have to shoot someone or something (possibly the computer).