Only got in 987 words last night. I was so tired I found myself staring at the monitor for about ten minutes without moving. That’s when I packed it in. Close but no cigar. Oh well, at least I’m keeping y promise to myself, even if it is a tad less than I wanted. Today , I’m already at a thousand so I won’t get too down on myself.

Doing some mind map or cluster thingy on my 3 day Novel idea. this afternoon. Yes, I entered again this year after having no intention of doing so. And yes, I am counting it as part of my 100 word challenge. It’s like a drug, I guess. How else can you explain the fact that I voluntarily cut myself off from all human contact for the 3 days of Labor Day weekend and write non-stop… or a close to non-stop as this 60 year old body of mine will let me. I always nap. I have to. It’s either that or check myself in to a looney bin afterwards. I’m not the only one. Oddly, it’s a very popular contest. I think it has something to do with feeling like you have to push yourself just to see if you can. Or maybe we are all a bit masochistic and this is a convenient and acceptable way of beating ourselves up.

This year, my Idea is a dieting serial killer. Considering I’m dieting AND writing for 3 days non-stop makes you either suicidal or manic, I think it’s perfect. Starting laying in provisions today…the non-perishable kind. Hey, a sale is a sale!

That’s it for today. I do hope I’m not boring people too much…but then again, I don’t think anyone but me reads this shit anyway 🙂

Later.

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