The weather’s gotten properly icy, now; it’s below freezing at night, and winter coats are required. I can still get away without wearing winter boots, though.
I missed Sunday for NaNoWriMo, but I wrote yesterday and today, and I’m still ahead; slightly more than 25% done on the wordcount, although with what I had drafted up already I may hit the end of what I need to have written before I get to 50,000 words. We’ll see.
The usual small flood of magazines came in, and I’m working at getting my owned-and-to-read pile back down to a closer-to-reasonable level. It’s a process. I’m cherry-picking short works and ones that came out in 2017 (Hugos next year, and all).
I bought a sweater quantity of yarn, in a sort of raisin colour
, and cast on a pattern tonight. I’m hoping to have a sweater done this month or early December.
I’m doing NaNoWriMo this year (although honestly I’m thinking of cutting down my word goal–40,000 instead of 50,000, maybe), and today I had a day off. I got left in a coffee shop, handwrote for a couple of hours, came home and typed before a nap, wrote a little after dinner, and then managed to get into a 1h1k sprint.
I wrote 4,412 words today. That is not my personal best, I’m sure, but it’s probably my second-best ever.
(Clearly all I need to do is win the lottery, become utterly self-sufficient, quit my job, and be free to spend hours a day writing while still having time to, you know, walk and maintain social relationships and cook dinner and the like. Simple! Not easy, just simple.)
Back to work tomorrow. The weather has decided that it definitely wants to be November–chilly, rainy, and grey. No snow yet, though.
Two weeks ago, I was trying to prepare for not having a dog at Hallowe’en.
Now, she is sitting next to the couch, staring happily up at me as I scritch her neck around the Elizabethan collar. (This is the plastic cone of shame a pet gets after surgery, to be clear, not part of a seasonal costume.)
A quiet night before NaNoWriMo starts is in order, and I am glad.