Sigh

Warning: NaNoWriMo novelist is in session. Trespassers will be reborn as the inspiration for an ugly and evil race of horrifically disfigured beings and/or the villain.

Worst day to date for this year's NaNo-ing. Of course, considering how far ahead I am, that's not too bad. I can quite easily catch up, or rather, stay ahead, tomorrow at the lovely write-in. If no one bails, that is; I have this terrible fear that everyone will bail and I will be all alone.

I hung out online instead of doing my homework, and that paper's due tomorrow. I may just have to do that instead of work on my novel for a while tomorrow...

And instead of writing, I have been hanging out online (as I've said already, but I like to repeat myself), working on a scene with two girls from my acting class (yes, again; we had to perform today, and everyone loves my character), and arguing with my dad (well, actually, it was more of a reminder of last night's argument than an argument in its own right). And there was the far-too-long shower, after which Cami fell asleep in the tub. (Don't worry, there was very little water and I kept a close eye on her.)

However, what with all that, it really has been a bad day for writing.

Best line today: "'Do you get the feeling that we just doomed ourselves?'"

Worst line today: "Ash came on the scene carrying a box, followed by Dirk, who Ezekiel knew from the crew from the summer play and who was also carrying a box."

Days left of NaNo: 24

Word count: 14306 (I told you I didn't write much.)

Donations: still $0. What a surprise.