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19 November 2009
Wow, I really screwed the pooch on that one.
This may or may not come as a shock to you, but I failed to write a novel in a month. In fact I still have 10 days and I already have thrown in the towel. I am ashamed to say that I did everything I could think of to avoid writing, including, but not limited to, reading every word of the Entertainment Weekly, sorting socks, searching for miniatures at Value Village, reading a very dry biography about Rasputin (how can you make Rasputin dry??? Dude succeeded.), searching for the perfect online simulation game (why aren't there any that allow you to decorate a historically accurate Victorian parlor?), watching endless episodes of BBC reality shows- How Clean Is Your House, Kitchen Nightmares, Mary Queen of Shops, sleeping when not tired, etc etc. In the end I spit out about 6000 words of my multigenerational, part sci fi, part historical novel. It is funny how it turns out I write just like I live- in vignettes. And- action! Ava, wearing her floor length white nightgown, 11 years old, sits on the rug snuggling her bunny. And- cut! Scene! The bunny died this week, by the way, because life isn't really a series of charming vignettes. Or maybe it is....