How I love him…
In answer to your question, I’m not driving anyone particularly crazy this year. I feel much more blasé this year about the race, so I don’t have to drive these work people crazy–my old work people bore the brunt of that. I’ll be happy if I can cross the finish line. It’s pretty clear that I’ll be slower than last year and I have accepted that. Well, sort of.
For the first time ever, I’m debating whether to participate in Nanowrimo, the one month novel writing to-do. I was thinking that I could put my former running time towards churning out some words…but I wouldn’t commit to starting until next week and then I’d be behind. I could turn my speed-dating into a pseudo memoir. But there would be no “reader I married him” kind of Victorian novel ending. I am no Jane Cranky Eyre. Anyway, I am debating it.
I “should” also be ready to do some apartment cleaning. I may have to set myself weekly time goals, otherwise that will never happen. Seventeen years of crap is daunting, especially when you don’t like to clean. Can’t someone come with a shovel and just cart it away? I love him, even though he’s the Garbage Man?
October 30, 2007 at 11:52 am
Ooo, do it, do it, do it! I would live through you vicariously. I’ve always wanted to give that a go, but not while the diss is still hanging over my head. Also, I may have to start calling you Jane Cranky Eyre. It amuses me.
October 30, 2007 at 12:00 pm
I too am tempted to give NaNoWriMo a stab. I just don’t know if I’ve got the chutzpah necessary.
October 30, 2007 at 3:38 pm
I’ll do it if you do it…