NaNoWriMo, day one.

I wore my rabbit ears yesterday and called it a costume. Halloween has never been my favorite. The fact that so many people get charged up about a day where they can pretend to be anything they want? It's a little scary, and not in that guy-with-a-chainsaw-and-a-hockey-mask kind of way. I prefer just to be Paige. And not "Sexy Paige."
Ugh, I won't even get started on that aspect of Halloween.
I also don't need an excuse to eat candy until I'm sick. Every day's a holiday where that's concerned, if you ask me.

So, right. I really don't like it at all. In fact, I was dead asleep at midnight when October became November, but this morning, I woke up and knew what I had to do. The writing frenzy known as NaNoWriMo began today.

And if all goes according to plan, I'm going to be pretty scarce around the blogosphere for the next 30 days. My social calendar is gathering dust and cobwebs for now; my little laptop will be my constant companion.

Even last night, I was pretty paralyzed with fear that I was going to stall at 5,000 words or have no clue how to generate a storyline that actually meant something.
Then I decided, à la Risky Business, sometimes you've just gotta say, "What the fuck." And jump in.
So this morning, I'd I took the material I'd scraped together last week and put it all into one big Word file, then I started again. I wrote the prologue, I guess, and it clocks in at just over 1,000 words. Just the length of the "assignment" the Knight had given me last month to get me started. I'm satisfied with it for now, and it gives me a good springboard — I think — to continue writing. I'm actually…excited.

As of this evening, my word count is 2,346. Respectable.

Until tomorrow, I'm done writing. I'm eating butterscotch chips out of a mug and watching Buffy until I pass out. Which won't be long now.

Goodbye, October.
You were kind of an asshole.

November, I know you'll be tough on me, but we might get along in the end.
How can you hate on a girl wearing rabbit ears?