that time of year when your Google Reader explodes as all the lax bloggers (like me!) attempt to come up with blog fodder for their daily NaBloPoMo attempts. I haven't decided yet whether or not I'm going to try for that, I just know that I don't want to miss out on my 6th year because I was so stuck in a funk I couldn't even try. So, I figure I'll try. Who knows?
The funk, though, man. It's like Pigpen level, people. Between the bronchitis and my complete inability to stand people, I have been a joy to be around, I assure you. I got a ton of things accomplished this morning, however: rebooked a bunch of appointments I missed out on because of the germs that were trying to take over my body, labelled two hundred pictures, bought a couple more Christmas presents (leaving me with like, four people left, which is awesome, and necessary because we all know I will get sick 17 times between now and then, and that severely cuts into your shopping time).
Started writing a novel.
I'm sorry? What was that?
Yeah: I signed up for NaNoWriMo, because I am, apparently, an idiot. No, in truth it's because there are apparently no limits to my ability to procrastinate doing things I really don't want to do, because instead of looking for housing again this morning (because it is so gorram frustrating and near to impossible), I signed myself up to write 50,000 words in the next thirty days. I'm kind of a dope. Not that I can't write 50,000 words in thirty days, it's the "having them all go together logically" part that gets me. I've written a couple of (really bad, no, honestly terrible) novels already, but this will be my first time pressured one, so it'll be interesting to see how it comes out. So far I have about 1000 words of description on three of the main characters. I'm surprised I didn't start writing about their shoe sizes, to be honest... Now I've just got to get them to do something interesting.
So I hope to write here, I hope to write there; I hope to be there more for the people who need me, and figure out how to better ask for the things I need; I hope to find some miraculous new way of affording (not just financially, but physically) my own place; I hope to figure out how to stop being so angry and sad all the time; I hope to dig my way out of this funk and through to the other side, however I can. November, you've got a lot riding on you, so let's kick ass.
Good luck to all of my fabulous readers ~ may whatever you hope to do in November work out for all of you. Fingers crossed.