I’ve Clearly Lost My Mind
November 3rd, 2005
Like Dashiell and Helen, I’ve entered the world of the crazies. I’ve signed up to write a novel in 30 days.
All I have is a vague idea for the book and a crippling case of writer’s block. In order to meet the 50K word minimum for success, I have to write 47,000 words in 27 days. That’s… um… 1,741 words a day. I don’t see how I could possibly do that.
Ah well. At least I’ll have something to do while watching Friends reruns every day.
I thought my procrastination skills might have waned a bit, seeing as I’ve been outta school for over ten years.
Not the case. I can still fuck off with the best of them. How can I write the Great American Novel when there are flip flops to be organized and toenails to be clipped and rust stains in the shower to be bleached?
Fuuuuuuuuuuck…