Back in October, I made this ridiculous statement regarding a new project:
“Since I’ve already started the book, I’m obviously not participating in NaNoWriMo, but I’m going to certainly write like I am. My goal is to reach the halfway mark by Christmas.“
Clearly, I was still on the writer’s retreat high when I wrote that. The really sad and disgusting part is that I’ve only written about another 1000 words . . . at the most.
So what have I been doing that’s so important that I couldn’t meet my goal? Well . . .take a look:
Barely surviving a climb out of a canyon . . .
Drinking wine . . .
Getting caught in a tornado . . .
Drinking something else . . .
Finding out what happens when you accidentally leave taper candles in a sunny window . . .
Finding out what happens when you leave for a week visiting family . . .
and drinking more wine . . .
As you can see, I’ve obviously been too busy to write. With all of these adventures, including a battle with a Shake Weight-riding, Christmas light-chewing squirrel on our front porch . . .
. . . you’d think I’d have at least something to write about.