There was a time when I would stay up until midnight just to get a few words in before going to bed, but now? Not likely.
Originally, I was going to end NaBloWriMo with some kind of sage Samhain piece about how this really doesn't feel like new years to me, because I get that feeling around Solstice with the return of the sun. Instead, I put up a story about my son and his idiot cats. Because it was funny. Because I thought it was funny even though I had to get out of my house, drive up to my ex's apartment and rip down part of a door jamb. I especially like the part where I left the mess for someone else to clean up.
Because I am evil and it's almost NaNoWriMo!
Yeah, focusing isn't my strong suit when it gets this close to NaNo, I mean, November, and the plot is crowning and all I want to do is PUSH!
I vote we make a rule that November 1st should ALWAYS start on a Saturday (or Sunday) just to make my life easier (and the lives of those who live with me...and work with me...and in any way interact with me for any length of time, because, hello! NANOWRIMO!). All in favor?
Ok, my beloved is distracting me with kitchen noises, so I should go out there and