Yuck.

Heroine Addiction:

86417 / 100000

I've got three chapters to finish tomorrow. I'm so close to finishing the chapter I'm working on right now, but I just cannot stare at a computer screen any longer, seriously. My eyeballs will explode if I keep this up.

I've written nineteen thousand words in the past week and a half. There's two more days in the month and I have nothing to do but write during either of them. (Okay, I have to run down to the temp agency and pick up my paycheck. And get a haircut. Other than THAT ...)

CONSTANT VIGILANCE! ART CRAWL! \O

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And now, a peek into my writing process. First I get a pounding headache, and then I drink until I pass --

Wait, sorry, that's Chuck's process. No, my current writing process involves me deciding that if I do go the cracky silly m/m romance route for NaNo, I'm definitely going to have to hit my usual T-shirt sites for a title. That will probably also lead to a plot, which I don't currently have.

What does it say about me if I do manage to write a silly gay romance based on a T-shirt slogan?

My hair is sharp. Almost literally right now.

I'm at the salon and the stylist has just finished cutting it super-short like I wanted.

Stylist: Would you like some gel in it to smooth it down?
Me: Yeah, sure.
Stylist: *proceeds to squeeze a whole third of a big tube of gel into her hand and scrub the humongous dollop into my hair*

It's entirely possible that thanks to the overabundance of dried gel on my scalp, I could bend over, run directly into a brick wall, and not suffer any damage, while leaving a large dent in the bricks. I am not, however, about to test that theory.

Experimenting in the kitchen (and not managing to blow anything up)

When I went shopping the other day, I picked up some whole wheat tortillas and lots of peppers and onions and stuff because I figured, hey, even I can't fuck up veggie wraps.

This is what I just packed into a tortilla:

Refried beans
Scrambled eggs
Portobello mushrooms
Shredded cheese
Steak sauce
A little sriracha sauce

Verdict: Actually, not that bad. The sriracha's a little hotter than I expected -- did I mention I've never actually tried it before? -- but it turned out really yummy.

I'm not even joking that that right there is a painfully complicated meal for me to put together on the fly without a recipe available.

Can't brain today, I have the dumb.

My writing plan for tonight comes in two parts:

1. Sketch out the rest of the book and write the dialogue for at least four chapters.
2. Finish the chapter I still haven't finished from yesterday.

The goal is, I get that one chapter done, and due to some more plot-juggling, I'm now down to eight more chapters after that. If I buckle down for the rest of the weekend and get a good chunk of the dialogue done tonight, I could theoretically get the book done by Monday.

Theoretically.

Look, let me put it this way. The sooner I get this finished, the sooner I don't have to look at it for a while ... or until the edit comes. Which probably won't be a while, since I don't think this edit is going to be quite as intensive as the one that GPW needs.

And I get to edit THAT this month, while trying to finish NaNo AND write a Yuletide story.

Ah, November. The perfect month to focus so hard on writing you blow an important blood vessel.