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It’s just shy of November, folks, and that means one thing! Wait, no, that actually means a couple of things. Which calls for a list!

  1. November is National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo), that crazy month of literary abandon.
  2. Highest-grossing Dierbergs holiday cracker sale in the area.
  3. The knit-a-long I’m theoretically doing is in week 3 of 8. I’ve knitted nothing.
  4. Fall is here.
  5. Halloween candy.

4 & 5 are obvious, let’s focus on 1-3.

1. I did NaNoWriMo in 2008 and 2009. The goal is simply put: write a novel of at least 50,000 words in November. In 2008, my sophomore year of college (am I showing my youth?) I ‘won.’ That is, I wrote 50k words and they told a complete story. My junior year I wrote enough words but the story wasn’t over, so that’s sort of losing. I still haven’t finished that story…

Anyway, I hadn’t really thought about doing it again this year until a day or so ago, when some of the people I follow on Twitter were talking about it. My excuse for not doing it last year was that I was writing a thesis and was therefore very busy and stressed out. This year? I’m barely working, and I’m in 8 contact hours of class a week. I’ve become filled with ennui and do almost nothing on a day-to-day basis. It’s a big problem, and I think NaNo could help. Having a goal with a deadline might motivate me to be a person again.

word cloud for the 08 nano novel

3. Another project I was going to be (and will be, eventually) working on was a knit-a-long, but I fractured my thumb two weeks ago and can’t really knit. Which sucks majorly because I miss the act of knitting, but also because the cardigan I’m in the middle of would have been done by now. It’s total cardigan weather, and my first-ever handknit sweater is still on the needles. Boo. To catch up with the knitalong I’ll have to knit like the wind once I’m healed. In another 2-4 weeks. Double boo.

2. is work shit. I deliver Pepperidge Farm products–cookies and crackers, including Goldfish–to grocery stores, and the holiday season is our big time of year. Like, HUGE. One of the grocery stores we service sells the most crackers of any store in the metro area, too. The technical term for how many crackers we sell is ‘a shit-ton.’ And I’m broken. Luckily, this is a family business and my cousin has been covering for me the past few weeks, but I’m probably going to need to go back to work not fully healed. Which is a prospect I’m not looking forward to. That’s life, though, platitude platitude platitude… Gotta get paid.

happy fall!

Now, T-60 till novel-writing commences.

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