Cheerleaders of NaNoWriMo, I’m already behind. Based on the 50,000 word goal, I already have a deficit of 10,002 words!
Yes, I’ve written some short stories. There’s one that I’m finishing up for a November 15th deadline, but does that even count towards the novel of my dreams?!
You see, I have a novel inside of me that needs to be written. It makes threats. It keeps me up at night. The characters taunt me, “Monique, we’re so much more interesting than those other characters you created. Come on, what are you waiting for? This project is so much more important! Do us! Do yourself a favor and write about us!”
If only I had the time. So, I’ve decided to make time.
In Florida (accent on the duh), we have this thing called Daylight Savings Time, where we FALL BACK (happens in autumn or fall — you know, the season where trees change their color and the weather gets cooler?)
Well, since Florida rarely experiences these beautiful moments, I guess that’s why we’re still forced to abide by “da rules”.
Anywho, let me get back to the task at hand.
In order to make NaNoWriMo happen for me, I pledge, I vow, I promise, I swear (by the moon and the stars in the sky) that I’ll wake up earlier AND before making smoothies for the family, before packing lunchboxes, before working out (Zumba or weight training) that I’ll crank out those words; I’ll wrestle with those words; I’ll caress them; cajole them; coax them; and tickle ’em out of me and spew them on paper or clank them out on keyboard!
Oh yes, I can!
So, now my day job is starting in a few minutes. With that said, au revoir. Until later. Blah, Blah, Blah.
*Falls asleep on keyboard*