So, basically, all I ever want to do anymore is knit. The other night I happily spent 5+ hours with my butt on the couch working on a baby sweater and watching episodes of Charmed (all 8 seasons are available to watch instantly!)
As for my novel? What novel? Like I said, I've basically been spending all my time knitting. I was diligent on NaNoWriMo for the first four or five days and then I had a work trip and then I finally saw the Mister again and then we went to New Orleans and then I've been knitting. Have I mentioned I've been doing a lot of knitting? According to the handy stats chart on the website, at my current average words-per-day (399), I will finish my novel on March 5th. Oops. I'm not throwing in the towel just yet. I could still get a fire going under my bum and do some serious writing. That is if I ever actually work out a plot. Perhaps going into this with zero pre-planning was not my best idea. What's that adage? Failing to plan is planning to fail? Ah well. My "write a novel" item on my 30-before-30 list did not actually specify completing a NaNoWriMo novel, so I still have 11 1/2 months to do this.
I was convinced this morning that it was Monday b/c the Mister had to go to the ship and I felt like I should do something productive. But then I realized it is actually Sunday and it is perfectly acceptable on a Sunday to hang around in comfy pants & finish this baby sweater and also my other knitted Christmas items. But first, it feels like a good day to go for a long run.
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