I promised I would post an update on both my NaNoWriMo-ing and on The Great Left Over Halloween Candy Battle of 2009...so here goes:
NaNoWriMo-to sum it up...BEHIND. At 1666 words or there bouts a day, I should now be up around 13,330 or so. My word count as of this morning is a pitiful 4,589. 8 days in and I'm more than 8, 700
words behind the recommended daily goal. Surprisingly though, I am neither panicking, beating myself up or thinking about quitting. Well, the quitting thing did cross my mind a few times, as did completely changing the genre, topic and tone of the novel. But, then I took a shower that triggered some creative synapse firings and now I think I'm back on the right track with it. I also have a big writing weekend coming up with three friends in the wilds of the northern NE, so I have every confidence that I will not only catch up, but end up over 50K by the end of the month. I have a lot of failings, but keeping my writing brief has never been one of them. See every post I've ever written.
Lagging behind at NaNo, I can deal with. When it comes to writing, I have the utmost confidence in myself and my ability to always hit my deadlines, no matter what contortions and hell I have to inflict on myself. In the Great Leftover Halloween Candy Battle of 2009 though, I am chocolate covered road kill. I managed to keep from even touching the stuff until Oct. 30 when I had to work with it in order to decorate the Haunted Gingerbread House. That was the beginning of the end though.
It started with the Tootsie Rolls. Not a bad choice you might say, no fat, but when eaten or I should say ingested in the vast quantities we're talking about here, the lack of fat is nothing compared to sheer sugar and calorie load. And load I did. Saturday afternoon while putting the treat bags together, Saturday night while waiting for trick or treaters. After 9pm, REALLY ripping into the leftovers. And then Sunday, when the Tootsie Rolls finally started to run low and all that was left was was the chocolate bars that I thought I didn't like...Baby Ruths and Butterfingers.
But, guess what, when on a candy binge, eventually, everything is edible, and not only edible, but damn good. Even Butterfingers...even chocolate covered raisins, even black Dots and Gummi Bears. Nothing was left but a killing field of candy wrappers by mid week...that and the unmistakable sugar hangover that rivals anything from my tequila swilling days. All sense of control...gone. All good sense and good intentions...gone. All progress made in the months leading up to this...gone. I am an idiot and worst of all, I STILL have no idea why exactly I do this to myself and more importantly, how the hell to stop it.