As I write this, I'm 2 full days behind, lying in bed in a half-zombie state, barely able to comprehend just how far behind I am. (For reference, I just misspelled that bit as "...how fra behind himam.") How did this happen?
I have a big mouth. Like, BIIIIG.
Things were great on Sunday. I hit my word count & went over by a couple hundred. (Yippee!) On Monday, my sister, a senior in high school, had a theatre troop (troupe?) meeting after rehearsal for their play and, like a good big sister, I went along with her and Mom. Long story short, they need to raise some serious funds for some trip they're going on in a month. Welp, I opened my big mouth and said "If we do A, B, C, D, and E, y'all might be able to pull it off."
Now apparently I'm in charge of pulling off A, B, C, D, and E. On top of 2 jobs, packing & moving, and NaNoWriMo. God have mercy on my idiocy.
NaNo wise, Monday through Wednesday were great. I hit my word count every day and went over a few days. Then Thursday came. I was 3 words under. Not a total catastrophe, but after working the concession stand/silent auction table/raffle table/ticket booth for Baby Sister's play on Thursday, I was too tired to care.
Then Friday came. I had come to terms earlier with the fact that I'd be lucky to make 16 words, let alone 1667 that day. Not only did we have Baby Sister's play, but my aunt and uncle came to town that day & we met them for dinner. I also had to work that morning. Welp, after getting up at 6am for work, then staying up until damn near midnight to hang with Aunt & Uncle, I feel like a zombie. I got, eh, maybe 200 words written this morning. They're also likely the worst words in the world, but I don't give a damn because I can fix them later.
I can't fix nothing.
Anyway, I thought I'd share a funny thing that happened this week. While reading all the NaNo prep posts I could find in October, I stumbled across one that talked about key words and substituting a catch-all word like "elephant" for when you couldn't think of a certain word or didn't want to get lost down the research hole figuring out a character's name. I loved it, so I adopted it, but chose to use "banana" as my key word.
Then this happened.
My stomach lurched and let out a long growl.
Why did it have to do that? And why hadn’t I remembered to grab lunch? It growled in front of a prince. A prince!
The prince smiled. “And dinner, too, if you like.”
Oh, my stomach was going to get one damn fine scolding when we were alone.
“Sure. Thank you. Er, thank you, your highness.”
He shook his head. “Please, call me Banana.”
I'm still laughing.
Anywho, I suppose I'll see y'all next week. Hopefully, I'll be able to catch up on my word count! At least I have Prince Banana to make me smile lol.
'Til next week!