The lovely folks over at NaNoWriMo have provided this handy dandy widget so that I (and you, you lucky people) can monitor my progress. I am almost up to pace now, and I'm taking a big church of this holiday week to do some marathon writing. This really is one of the strangest, most intense things I've ever done, and it's making me a bit of a lunatic. But lunatics create great art! Or so I've heard. I'm wondering if I should try to do something along these lines with songwriting at some point, but I'm not sure I would survive or have any friends left at the end if I did.
Yesterday I went to NYC for a board meeting. I got to hang out with a bunch of friends that I don't see very often, and we went out in Williamsburg and had a grand time over Gluhwein and assorted other tasty beverages. We stayed up too late talking, and I was excessively cranky today, and managed to tick off almost everyone else at the meeting. Sweet. But do you know what the most notable thing about this trip was?
I wrote something like 8,000 words between the train rides and my time in coffee shops before and after the meetings.
See? I'm obnoxious. I promise that after November, I'll write about something else, because hopefully then I'll return to my regularly scheduled life.