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Nov. 1st, 2009 08:37 pmIt's November 1st, that wonderful and magical date when thousands upon thousands of individuals worldwide tap into their hidden reserves of creativity, determination and insanity in order to transform themselves into novelists. Yep! It's National Novel Writing Month.
This weekend has been fantastic (and insanely busy). Friday was the NaNo kickoff, which meant fabulous Mexican food with some of the best people in the world. We trapped our inner editors, drew on the tables, and contemplated the dynamics of a love dodecahedron (so much more interesting than a love triangle).
Saturday meant Halloween and one of the best nights I've had in a long while. I decided to enjoy the ease of wigs and go a little crazy with a Ms. America costume. It was terrifying being blonde, but I got to wear a prom dress so it all evened out in the end. I then spent several very fun hours with a zombie connoisseur, a chain smoking truck stop waitress named Pearl, a goth girl, Gilligan, a murderous little girl, a masked libertine and many more (aka, my lovely Wrimos). Then I was promptly stolen from that party by Shan & Steve and company. After that it was joking, dancing (and a little drinking), followed by rockband until a ridiculously late hour. Amazing.
Now, exhausted but happy, I'm wrapping up this weekend with a write-in and over 3000 words in my latest novel attempt. I have a kitty curled up on my feet, my grading is done, and I'm about to have a nice warm dinner before huddling under my covers and enjoying a much deserved sleep.
This is how all weekends should be.
This weekend has been fantastic (and insanely busy). Friday was the NaNo kickoff, which meant fabulous Mexican food with some of the best people in the world. We trapped our inner editors, drew on the tables, and contemplated the dynamics of a love dodecahedron (so much more interesting than a love triangle).
Saturday meant Halloween and one of the best nights I've had in a long while. I decided to enjoy the ease of wigs and go a little crazy with a Ms. America costume. It was terrifying being blonde, but I got to wear a prom dress so it all evened out in the end. I then spent several very fun hours with a zombie connoisseur, a chain smoking truck stop waitress named Pearl, a goth girl, Gilligan, a murderous little girl, a masked libertine and many more (aka, my lovely Wrimos). Then I was promptly stolen from that party by Shan & Steve and company. After that it was joking, dancing (and a little drinking), followed by rockband until a ridiculously late hour. Amazing.
Now, exhausted but happy, I'm wrapping up this weekend with a write-in and over 3000 words in my latest novel attempt. I have a kitty curled up on my feet, my grading is done, and I'm about to have a nice warm dinner before huddling under my covers and enjoying a much deserved sleep.
This is how all weekends should be.
