It's that time of year again.
Oct. 19th, 2009 07:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
megwritesI have so much writing to do before I can even begin plotting what I want to write for NaNoWriMo this year. But I will be doing Nano, by hook or by crook. Or you know, just by typing really fast.
Anyone else doing Nano this year? I'm offhanded over there, and I'll gladly friend you or whatever it is that you do at that site.
I'm also five books behind on posting reviews, which I'll do whenever I find some moment where I don't have something that needs doing, which may not be until the next decade.
On top of this I have a newly acquired feline unit who hasn't quite mastered the litterbox and seems to think that all the furniture in the house is a potential prey item. So there's that, too. But at least now I'm a real writer because I have a cat. Writers, like witches, attract familiars. Mine is named Hawkeye, he's about 10 weeks old and orange, and so far he seems to think I'm very scary and he runs away from me. But we just brought him home yesterday, so I'm assuming he'll eventually warm up to me.
Or hide under the futon for the rest of his fuzzy little life. Whichever.
Anyone else doing Nano this year? I'm offhanded over there, and I'll gladly friend you or whatever it is that you do at that site.
I'm also five books behind on posting reviews, which I'll do whenever I find some moment where I don't have something that needs doing, which may not be until the next decade.
On top of this I have a newly acquired feline unit who hasn't quite mastered the litterbox and seems to think that all the furniture in the house is a potential prey item. So there's that, too. But at least now I'm a real writer because I have a cat. Writers, like witches, attract familiars. Mine is named Hawkeye, he's about 10 weeks old and orange, and so far he seems to think I'm very scary and he runs away from me. But we just brought him home yesterday, so I'm assuming he'll eventually warm up to me.
Or hide under the futon for the rest of his fuzzy little life. Whichever.
