50,000 : The word count goal for midnight on November 30th.
1,930 : Words so far.
30 : Minutes spent trying to log onto massively overloaded website to update my word count.
1 : Rooms cleaned before writing commenced (because my apartment has reached such a disaster level as requires cleaning rooms one at a time)
2 : Other massive writing projects to be completed (or nearly completed) during the month of November (a play, and, oh yeah! A freaking THESIS which is going to have to be completely re-planned due to fuckery of the University's review board.)
3 : Days since cold symptoms first appeared, which seem to be neither increasing nor diminishing
240 : milligrams of sudafed consumed in the last 24 hours.
11ish : Number of times I stood up and immediately got a headache/felt dizzy/both.
0 : Number of directions I can move my neck without feeling stiffness and/or pain.
2 : Stores visited in search of candy corn, all for naught!
4 : Episodes of first season of the original Beverly Hills 90210 watched.
6 : Times wondered in which season David Silver's annoying little friend accidentally shoots himself.
2 : Incorrect actress identifications (Hot Math Teacher's Wife ≠ Erica Hahn on Greys, and Cindy Walsh ≠ the mother from "Son in Law," I blame the sudafed).
3 : Times I've almost ended this post, the come up with something else to add to the list.
29 : Minutes since I should have gone to bed. 36 after edits.
1 comment:
Good luck! You can do this. You can write a novel. Do it, do it, do it! (And then let me read it ...)
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