Recent impediments
to updating this site: 1.) NaNoWriMo. 2.) Thanksgiving travel. 3.) Sickness, in the form of a lame little cold which nonetheless turned me into a gloomy snuffling rheumy-eye’d Dickens character for days and days. But now the dense cloud of ennui and Kleenex is dispersing and letting some of the twinkly holiday stuff sparkle through, and I think I might even be myself again one day soon.
I did not win NaNoWriMo. I did not get to 50,000 words, as I pretty much expected I wouldn’t. I guess I could have done it if I’d followed the some of the proverbial NaNoWriMo advice, i.e., cancel all your social obligations; order nothing but carryout; shut yourself up in your room with your hands taped to the keyboard and a beer hat filled with Red Bull, and so on. But for me, the point was more that I wanted to see how many words I could write every night while still being sort of a normal person who cooks dinner and watches those old Twin Peaks* episodes with her boyfriend (who had never seen the good episodes). And I wrote more words under those circumstances than I thought possible. All the counting counting counting made me twitchy, though, since I was working with several different files at once, instead of a long rambling Word document that starts with It-was-a-dark-and-stormy-bibbety-blah, and at some point I needed a calculator, and then I felt like I was auditing my own soul, but in the end it was nice to have some measure of progress. And then I ate some turkey.
*Comments we made over the course of viewing both seasons throughout November include, “That’s not the last you’ll see of creamed corn.” “It’s not very hard to kill a Renault brother, is it?” and “Oh, for fuck’s sake, Leland!”
Anyway, it’s close to midnight, and I seem to be needing a lot more sleep than usual, what with the cold and snow and shopping and minor ailment and my newfound taste for hot toddies, so I hope you’ll understand my cutting this short. I’ll be back in a few days to blather about Christmas music or something.
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I’m glad you’re feeling better.
Now get on with the gingerbread hijinks.
Not this year. We’ll have houseguests AND we’ll be travelling.
As if I needed another reason to think you’re the bee’s knees…you watch (and actually LIKE) Twin Peaks. And no…it’s not very hard to kill a Renault brother at all. Or even just capture them. It’s a wonder they made it that far in life, really. But they’re French-Canadians, so. Quel suprise, non?
Hey hon, on your way home, could you pick up a can of President’s Choice(tm)-brand Garmonbozia (Pain and Sorrow)? I’m making a casserole tonight.
hey, lay off the french-canadians – they make the best politicians and hockey players….
So, what was the final count? – if I may be so bold as to ask…
“Diane, I am holding in my hand a box of small chocolate bunnies.” I had utterly forgotten about the creamed corn.
If you were in a gingerbread frame of mind, you could make the lodge of gingerbread, and people it with japanese tourists and singing norwegians.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Twin Peaks. My memory may be blurry…
I’ve just had a grinchy sniffly little cold, and it’s amazing how much of a spanner in the works it throws. I’m not tired enough to want to do nothing, but I am annoyingly unproductive. Lemon and ginger (and honey) that’s the ticket.
Hi, I found your blog in a roundabout way from Betsy Lerner’s AQ page. Noticed that you attempted NaNo this year, as did I. I didn’t finish NaNoWriMo, either, but I’m still plugging away at my idea. Are you going to scrap yours or keep working on it? Happy holidays.
I was feeling pretty grinch-like and sick of all the food-focused holiday crap, when I pulled out my copy of The Amazing Mackerel Pudding Plan last night and began rereading…
. You not only brightened my mood, you gave me a blog topic–so thank you! Hope your holidays go well.
P.S. At least you attempted NaNo. I tried to do a 70-day novel-writing “challenge” and failed spectacularly.