magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

it's november. national novel writing month. last year i was too mired in school to even think about attempting a novel. the year before i made it have way through 'white on blue' before it put me in the hospital. so to speak.

i've signed up this year, but there's only forty minutes left in the day and i haven't written word one. unless i use some of the cover letter that i sent off with my resume this afternoon.

the truth of it is: stef didn't have to work today, and whenever she's home we pretty much just sit in front of the tv and don't do anything productive. when she's not home i hardly turn the tv on. which is not to say that i do anything particularly worthwhile with my time when i'm alone. but, with the goal of finishing a 50k word novel by the end of the month i might.