Countdown, day 9

I remembered just recently that NaNoWriMo was coming up sometime soon, and for a moment I thought I’d missed the boat. I suppose I would have been better off if I had.

I promised myself last year (after not finding out about it until it had already started) that this year I was going to participate. Now I wish I hadn’t made that promise. But I did, so I have to keep it. I have no idea how I’m going to be working the hours that I will hopefully be working at that point, and still be able to write seventy-five thousand words (or however many it is).

I’ll just go insane.

Wait, I’m already insane. I guess things will be just fine after all.

I’m very excited. You see, there’s a story that I’ve been meaning to write for a good three years or more, and have just never been able to do it. At this point, it’s either write it just to get it done with, or not write it at all. At least if I get it over with, I won’t sit around for the rest of my life thinking “you should really write that story.” Feng knows. I’m sure he’s looking forward to me getting off my lazy ass and writing it just as much as I am.

Anyway, here’s what you probably came for.

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So, I’m curious. Are these pictures from your garden/yard? If so, I’m amazed and jealous at how lush everything is. It’s been so hot and dry here in Seattle that all our stuff is wilted and brown.

Posted by peachy keen @ 09/05/03 02:57 PM

 

Man… if you finally write that story… well, I don’t know what will happen. But it will be cool. I’ve been waiting for that one for a long, long time.

A word of warning: writing something you care about during NaNoWriMo is *dangerous* and *no fun at all*.

Posted by Feng @ 09/05/03 05:39 PM

 

Heh. No. This is not my garden. I can only wish it was my garden, but as we have a tendancy to kill all but the most hardy plants, I don’t see that happening. My garden is all wilted and brown too. As is the lawn.

Feng, warning heeded. I’m certainly aware of the dangers of writing about this story that I’ve harbored for so long, but I know that if I don’t do it now, I’ll never, ever, get around to it. So unfortunatly, I don’t see it as a choice. I have to, as they say, shit or get off the pot.

Huh. I never realized how crude that expressions really was until I just typed it.

Posted by Haze @ 09/06/03 04:14 AM

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