I just totally got off the phone with a reporter for the Register-Guard who's working on a story about NaNoWriMo! And Rachel at work says she and her housemates are trying to get rid of a piano and it's mine if I can figure out how to move the darn thing! And I'm sure there's something else I'm freaking out about too, but both of those are plenty exciting, don'cha think?
Presenting my new National Novel Writing Month LJ icon! Any time you see this lady (from last year's "the red-panted novelist triumphant" t-shirts) on one of my entries, it means that entry contains blathering about NaNoWriMo, so you can skip it or skim it if you're not interested. ( Also, I'll be hiding entries that get too long behind cut tags for your convenience. ) I like how the "I signed up for NaNoWriMo. goteam made me do it!" meme keeps turning up on my Friends page. It's funny. ( Hopefully I will be able to use my recruitment powers for good... )
In other news (because it's hard for me to limit my posts to just NaNoWriMo stuff), I really need fenders for my bike. They might not've helped much today when it was actually raining (really lightly, more like heavy mist, though it felt like more when I was moving quickly), but I'm sure they could've saved me from the wet streets. I sure was glad to get back from tutoring (both my noon student and my 1:30 student cancelled, but at least the latter had the good grace to meet me and say "hey, I don't really have anything new to work on today", and the former hasn't met me yet, so I'm pretty sure it's not personal) and grocery shopping (I got scary toxic chemicals with which I plan to attack the bathroom and maybe kitchen, and so much ramen, though of course not enough --- it's hard to ever have enough ramen). Since getting home, I have put on dry clothes and a comfy sweater, and ingested a nice big mug of hot chocolate, and life is much better. Now it's time to think about making dinner maybe. And maybe more cleaning, or maybe some writing... mwa ha ha! You see? It is all about NaNoWriMo after all! That picture is there to warn you! Fools!
Uh, yeah. You get the idea.
I just sent email to National Novel Writing Month headquarters volunteering to be the Municipal Liaison for Eugene this year. My plan was to write the email and then postpone sending it and look at it again and decide whether it was still a good idea, but force of habit took over and I sent it. Mostly I think this is a good thing --- it will force me to be more committed to NaNoWriMo, probably get me to meet new people, and be as much work as I'm willing to make it, so as long as I don't go insane with responsibility everything will be fine. But still... eep.
Anyways, now that I've done that, I feel like it's time for another poll, this one to determine what I can do to reduce what I perceive as being my fairly obnoxious NaNoWriMo obsession. Here goes:[Poll #187877]
Based on the results of this poll, I'll either start hiding all my NaNoWriMo stuff behind cuts (this would be easiest for me, since I could mix NaNo stuff in with other entries) or create appropriate filters for people interested in reading my NaNoWriMo adventures, or interested in avoiding them, as the case may be, and write separate entries when necessary.
In other news, I think my cold or whatever it is that was bothering me on Wednesday has decided to settle in my sinuses and give me yucky post-nasal drip. Tonight I will attempt to combat this with hot and sour soup, so there.
I can't stand to read what I wrote for last year's National Novel-Writing Month, but it's been so long that I don't remember it well enough to outline what still needs to be written! Bleaaaugh!
Part of me (ok, a large part) wants to just give up and throw it all out, but I know that's a bad idea because I never finish anything. Somehow I have to muster the determination and sheer god-damnedness to write the rest, but... yuck. It's such dreck! Total dreck! To quote Bill the Cat, "Ack! Ptui!"
Ok, time to do something else now. Preferably something that doesn't leave me quite so disgusted. I know... I've got some bread pudding in the oven that needs checking on. That's much better than beating myself around the head with my shitty, shitty incomplete novel.
I got this email from NaNoWriMo headquarters and without thinking too much about it followed the link in it, and sha-wham! I'm registered for this year. So now I really have to figure out what I'm writing, I guess.
When I realized what I'd done, I fled the house, checked out some yard sales (the neighbors weren't the only ones taking advantage of the weather to go all mercantile), got my library card renewed, shopped for shoes and other stuff without buying anything (Birkenstock insoles do look pretty excellent, though, and I tried on and to my dismay actually kind of liked some cloggy-slipper-type things that were on sale), got my haircut, and generally wandered around Eugene for several hours today. It was pretty relaxed and mellow, in a massive run-on sentence kind of way, but the "I should be working on writing stuff now" thought did cross my mind a few times. Sigh.
Now I am sleepy or I would finally be watching the writer's commentary track on our Princess Bride DVD. Maybe I will use it to bribe myself into doing some writing or something tomorrow. Or something. Time to drink water and sleep. G'night!