In a classic Thain in Vain move, I signed up for something I will inevitability dread more and more as the start date looms approaches and ultimately quit. The list is endless: French classes, running seminars, clarinet lessons, disco dancing classes, volunteer
hell work, writing classes, comedy classes, drinks with relative strangers, summer camp, dates, job(s) . . . And NaNoWriMo is no different.
Since November 1, I have managed to write a shameful 518 words for NaNoWriMo. And most (all) of these words are cool names for several characters that are flatter than my ass after a ‘Breaking Bad’ marathon weekend.
I shall remove the NaNoWriMo widget from my blog and neuralyze* those unfortunate folks I drunkenly blabbed to about “writing a novel that I’ve been toying with for a while. It’s about blah, blah, blah, blah, ya, sure I’ll have another Jäger Bomb. . .”
When does this shi*t start again?
*Thain in Vain is a smart, funny blogger that you must follow.