Are you one of the many people I told that I’d given up on my National Novel Writing Month novel? I was mistaken.
So impressed with my brilliance you don’t know what to do with yourself?* Hop on over to the NaNoWriMo site and make a donation or buy swag to support their amazing literacy programs. Don’t you want to be able to self-righteously explain at those interminable holiday cocktail parties that you’re supporting this amazing Young Writer’s program? Plus, tax deductible.
At any rate, time for peppermint tea and pumpkin spice cake. If I can get into the kitchen – we’ve been watching the 1st season of Pushing Daisies on DVD and the Iron Chef was overcome with the need to bake pies. It’s pretty scary in there. Be glad you missed the obsessing over where I’d put his pastry cloth. Seriously.
Okay, look, the truth of the matter is that this is the single-worst thing I’ve ever written and I can’t decide whether to wipe it off the face of the earth or keep it around as an important “literary” cautionary tale. Even I can’t tell you what it’s about and I had no idea how to end it so I just caused the world to wink out of existence with absolutely no warning whatsoever. It’s that bad.