I've got fifteen days left of infusions in addition to my surgical recovery and if I don't do something with my brain in the meantime- it's a long way down. Looong way down.
For anyone who's interested: last year's fun and games, preserved for posterity. You can see the official victory socks there. They're very cool. Maybe I'll get to wear them again on November 30th.
Chris (Baty) be with you. . .
(if you're looking to add me on the site, I'm there. Just search for February.)
PS: A bonus from last year for all you wingnut Wrimos: my response to Chris Baty's plea not to injure the NaNo angels by editing words out of your manuscript during November.
Don't injure the angels, people.
Dear Nanowrimo Angels...
Ugh. So sorry.
You see I just read what Chris Baty said on the main page about how, and this is too good not to quote here:
"There's an old folk saying that goes: Whenever you delete a sentence in your NaNoWriMo novel, a NaNoWriMo angel loses its wings and plummets, screaming, to the ground.
Where it will likely require medical attention. "
Oh, the injuries I have inflicted unawares to those of a more celestial nature.
I can only beg their forgiveness now with promises to TRY (I know I know, "do or do not there is no try..." Freaking smart Muppet. He never goes away...) not to erase any more sentences.
It's just so hard. With my 12 year history editing other people's work for collaborative writing groups (none of which I have sadly ever been paid for but I digress) I tend to edit my own writing as I go. Even last year writing 50K words in 10 days to write my first Nano novel, it was almost completely edited by the time I was done and I didn't have to go back to do much to it to have a completed draft.
Now, I see the error in my ways and I can only pray that during this most holy Writer's month of Nano (Chris be with you...) that I can repent and be forgiven.
I will injure no more angels. No matter how much it injures me.