Here I am, Saturday, with one hour and three minutes left in the day to post. Here I am posting 🙂
97 pages left of Lolita to read before tomorrow afternoon. Kelly said something along these lines, but I will say it again. It reminds me of college. Reading an entire Shakespeare play, beginning at midnight, ending around four, and then starting the 3-5 page paper that was due the next day. Finishing around six. Coffee instead of sleep, because two hours of sleep will only make you feel sick. Class at eight.
Ah, weren’t those were the days?
For some reason, I have it in my head that I might try to do NaNoWriMo next year. No one ever has to read it. And I think it would be a great thing to be able to tell people I wrote a novel. To talk about my novel. I am a writer, because I have a novel. Even if it never sees the light of day.
Dylan will be nearly two and a half then (and maybe easier to handle?). I will possibly not yet be gestating Baby Amos Part II. I might just give it a go.
Oh, the craziness!