Twenty Four Thousand Pounds

National Novel Writing Month ends at midnight tonight and I’m at 26,392 words. If you recall, the goal is 50,000. Odds are that someone has written 24,000 words in one day but I can guarantee you that feat will not be reproduced by me. Alas, I have failed. But, the journey will continue. While I may not have met the 50,000 word goal in the 30 day time limit, I will continue until I reach 50,000 and beyond. My objective is to finish this book. It may suck but it will be complete in its suckitude! There’s also a small chance it doesn’t suck, which is my motivation for finishing what I started . . . and hopefully doing it again.

On a side note, a friend of mine who also embarked on this voyage met the 50,000 word goal yesterday. Congrats to the Purple Poet!

On a note that’s next to the side note, I don’t think it’s possible to actually lose weight during the Thanksgiving weekend. I ate fairly well and worked out.  I even went on a hike with my wife and dog on an unseasonably warm November day through a park I visited quite often as a teenager. Perhaps even water is caloric for those four days. Oh well. Back to the gym tonight to mitigant the leftover Indian food I had for lunch. What? Throwing away food is worse than eating off plan.

In other food related news, a coworker’s child decided over the weekend that she was going to become a vegetarian. Go her!