Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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To re-word Dr Seuss, this progress isn't progressing too fast

I didn't write much yesterday for National Novel Writing Month; I managed several hundred words today, reaching 5,493 words. I'm well off-pace, as I should average out to 1,667 words a day, but I'm still getting a bit at a time. And I was glad to remind myself back on November 1st that, seriously, typing 1,700 words really doesn't take that long. I need to do better than that; but the thing is, I know that I can.

(My big at-home accomplishment yesterday: destroying old receipts. Credit and debit card info is now at the bottom of my bacon-grease can, waiting to be entombed in bacon grease. Which turns nicely opaque.)

In my novel, I'm currently destroying a science fictional, not-of-this-world city. But it's getting very selectively destroyed, and I'm not yet totally sure why. But hey, that's what late writing will tell me, right?

What else was there about today: zarhooie called me from the road, as she drove back from Boston towards her home in Upstate New York. She said that shadesong said hi. Hi right back atcha, 'Song!

This weekend I only watched two football games, but there was enough football drama for the whole weekend in those two, 'cause one was the Oregon State-Washington madness (at least Locker was OK after that helmet hit he took) and tonight's NBC game was the San Diego Chargers really impressively running against the Colts. I actually feel a little bad for the Colts, but they can afford the loss; I'd say San Diego needed the win, and they earned it.

Oh, and I think I'm becoming a fan of Friday Night Lights...
Tags: nanowrimo, sport!

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