Feeling Hypocritical
Oh man. I feel like such a hypocrite having to write this, but NaNoWriMo is all shot to hell. After all of my harassing people to do it with me, I've had to cut and run. I feel sort of lame about that, but I promise I have a good excuse. First, I've been sick all weekend, which killed the majority of my writing time. I'm so miserably far behind that I despair of catching up. And second, well, there's a boy. But that's all I'm going to say about that. Posting personal stuff on a blog is always odd, so if you want to know more, you'll just have to ask. Plus, he'll probably read this. :P
In a way, I'm sort of relieved about this. As I started writing a novel, I just didn't get the same sort of spark that I've been getting lately from essay writing. I kept looking wistfully at my blog, wanting to write some essays even though I'd sworn it off for NaNoWriMo. I guess it's my fate to be a non-fiction writer.
So to those of you still going on in NaNoWriMo, do good for me. Er, well. Do well. Darn usage class. I can't even use good as an adverb anymore.
On to a second reason I'm feeling hypocritical. I didn't vote today. Spare me the rotten tomatoes. It feels terribly hypocritical after my rant about voting in the primaries. The problem is that I'm still registered to vote at home in SLC. I was busy all day until 5 pm, and given current amounts of homework, there was no way I could justify spending two hours and a quarter tank of gas to get up there.
I guess I really should just register to vote down in Utah County, but that's my Salt Lake County pride showing through. Registering down here would be too much of an affront to my identity. I am not a Happy Valley person; I'm just not.
Well, now that I feel thoroughly despicable, I guess I can get on with writing those essays.
2 comments:
Yeah, my NaNoWriMo efforts are half-dead too. I kind of want to go ahead with it, but not enough to actually do it. And I suspect I may be fated to be a nonfiction writer as well. Fiction is hard, but nonfiction -- essays, etc. -- is easy. And I don't have the feeling that I'm producing drivel. :)
I forgot to register until it was too late, which was sad because I thoroughly intended to vote this year. ~sigh~ There's always next time. Unless I get hit by a car and die, I suppose, but we'll assume that won't happen. :)
so...i want the story about your first paragraph...a boy eh?? do tell. :)
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