So today in Drawing, Wednesday’s class was moved to December 11th, after the last day of classes. Which means that the only thing standing between me and writing my novel for the rest of the month is a potential meeting with my 2D Design teacher to see the PRISM labs, a couple hours of turkey eating and familial socializing thursday, and sleep.
Sleep. Which is what I am going to go do right now, in the hopes of waking up bright and early and working all day on the novel, now slightly behind schedule. (I got distracted yesterday afternoon when I met a really great guy. It would have been a little more worth it if he weren’t as married as two men can be to someone else, but it was still worth it. I can make it up, I know I can make it up. I have a spreadsheet that recalculates how many words I need to have written by the quarter-hour, floating in the corner of my screen at all times. Of course, when I wake up tomorrow It’ll think I’m pretty far behind until I start typing again and it updates automatically from my Word word count and recalculates the rate I need to be working at to finish in time again and so on and so on and gosh I’m good at putting together spreadsheets when I should be writing novels.
Sleep, now.
Maybe you should scrap this third book and write a 50,000 word fictional spreadsheet.
In five days. Ooo ooo five and a bit, you could do it!
Maybe you should scrap this third book and write a 50,000 word fictional spreadsheet.
In five days. Ooo ooo five and a bit, you could do it!