NaNoWriMo is Going To Kill Me

I’ve been off of LJ all weekend since I’ve been hanging at Biff’s house. His parents went to go visit him upstate and I’m they’re go-to girl for house/dog-sitting since I more or less live there anyway. I spent the weekend watching the Food Network and theoretically writing since I’m under the delusion that I can multitask.

I’m where I’m supposed to be at the moment with my word count BUT my Thanksgiving week looks something like this:

Monday: Bake red velvet cupcakes for mom to take to work on Tuesday. Bake hazelnut cupcakes for Biff. Spend all night with Biff when he comes home.

Tuesday: Chilling with Biff. Go wherever. Drag him [food] shopping.

Wednesday: Bake sweet potato pie. Do whatever after that. I’ll probably get the most writing done on this day assuming I stay home.

Thursday: Thanksgiving. Go out to eat with family. Go over to Biff’s house to eat with him and his family. Probably end up hanging out there all night.

Friday: Black Friday shopping; tempt death. Take out Christmas tree and start decorating (!!) Make peppermint cupcakes for mom.

I know there’s a way to fit writing into this week.

It can be done.

Also, I’m very impressed with myself for keeping up with my word count considering this is the WORST NOVEL I HAVE EVER WRITTEN, BAR NONE.

I’m gonna finish it though. Somehow.