Well folks, it was a productive day of writing.
And by productive I mean half of my naked body was sprawled across my desk while I played sad love songs, successfully started an eBay account NAY EMPIRE, debated how to best wash the cleaning cloth for my glasses without ruining the fabric and finished it all off by playing Mexican stand off with my macbook’s blank screen
(third person in the stand off was a candle).
Word count: 0. Gin & tonic count: 4
I should really quit while I’m ahead and by ahead I mean very, very far behind.
If you don’t hear from me in a while, don’t have fear.
I’m still here, but I’ll be writing my novel like a motherfucker for #NaNoWriMo.
What is that you ask? Good question! I’m not entirely sure myself. I’m just following all the cool kids. Just kidding. I have since Googled it and can confirm that it’s National Novel Writing Month. In one month, you must write 50,000 words or face eternal ridicule from the writer fairies.
So because I already have 50,000 words of rubbish and because I only started yesterday, I’m going to try and RE-WRITE THE WHOLE THING HA HA HA what’s that you say? Crazy? More like, piece of cake!
See you on the other side, comrades. And that one homeless guy with an internet connection who reads this blog.