Mondays

NaNoWordCount: 16,023

Listening to Santogold.

Shall I Compare Thee to a Starvation Diet?

I once did the Master Cleanse for 10 days, and while I love writing and don't necessarily want to compare it to ingesting only lemon juice, syrup and cayenne pepper for over a week, I'm starting to see some similarities. As I recall, I made it through days 1-4 okay. There was hunger, sure, a lot of it, but it was bearable. But by day 5 I was ready to eat the crumbs out of my computer keyboard and was obsessively searching for pictures of food on the internet. Day 5 of National Novel Writing Month definitely has me craving anything that isn't typing, fruitless as those distractions may be, and I've never wanted to read a novel more in my life. Drink it in rather than force one out of me (hopefully you're not envisioning gross detox images there).

Anyhow, I'm soldiering on. Because as hard as day 5 was through detox, on the other side it was definitely smoother sailing.









NaNoWordCount: 8,976

Listening to Or, The Whale because K's band is playing with them tonight.

Slight Procrastination (but the productive kind)

Spending more time at home trying to get a novel written may prove useful in unexpected ways. It turns out, when you need a break from one thing you'd like to procrastinate on, you inevitably pick up other things you've been neglecting. Getting some London pictures up (finally!). These are the first of many (very many), but it's a good start.








Really though, so far, NaNoWriMo has been really really fun. I know it's going to get more difficult, especially the more intricate the plot becomes, but I'm glad I'm attempting it.

NaNoWorCo (Yeah, that's right...I'm tracking my word count by calling it national novel word count, what of it? ... I'm so lame): 5, 483.

Listening to The Postmarks.

London on the Brain

Please excuse the jitteryness of this post, I've had too many Diet Cokes today. Hm.

Last night K and I had dinner with some friends and it was really lovely. We talked a lot about Europe (they're going for a year!) and it made me realize how much I'm going to miss my boy while he's gone (he's leaving for London next Friday, sadness). I mean, look how cute he is, how could you not miss him?
It's fun being silly sometimes. Our friend took this photo.

But, I am wondering why I'm being so gushy? Normally I don't talk about him this way...although I love him dearly, I'm just not an overly affectionate person...I think I'm really going to miss him :(

But I just confirmed for sure that I'm going in July. There's nothing stopping me now, and I am getting really really excited.

Here's a little list of things I've begun to think about for when I get to London:
(1) I will not make the same mistake I made last time and ask where the "restrooms" are. I got the most condescending laugh-stifling smirk when I made this mistake.↑

(2) I WILL find some Bansky street art.

(3) I will allow myself to get a little touristy. Especially if it means I get to ride on this:↑

(4) I will drink copious amounts of tea (although I sort of do this anyway). ↑

More to come, but I'm out of time today. ♥

Listening to The Gossip.