I'm still interested; after hoggywartyxmas I may continue it. I'm hoping to start up a policy of 1,000 words a day, since it doesn't take me too long, I can do it while multitasking, and I often find myself writing more than 1k when I get going. I could catch up on weekends for days I missed. It'd be neat to manage 365,000 words in a year now, wouldn't it?
I celebrated by eating some crackers with tomato basil hummus, a turkey corn-dog, an apple, and some mini milk chocolate peanut-butter cups from Trader Joe's because I am a weirdo and for me that constitutes dinner. (Also, I shop at Trader Joe's now, how neat.) Goofed around with my housemates because we are a gaggle of goofy guppies.
I was going to reward myself by going to sleep early--around 1.30am--but Cassia reintroduced me to Runescape because she is a horrible platonic life partner and doesn't want me to succeed in life. Instead of sleeping, I gamed out for a few hours; I killed trolls and did lots of fishing. If only I were that productive in real life. (It also makes me miss World of Warcraft like crazy because I am ridiculous. My brother used to go off on quests and level up and be all shiny in new armour; he'd come back to me saying, "Kiwi, what the hell have you been doing for hours?" "...I was fishing. And gathering herbs. And weaving cloth. But look at my new robes, and I have an owl! And I killed a lot of harpies. Please still love me? I'll do quests soon." I'm one of those darned explore-every-corner folk. My brother prefers to follow through the conventional story-line as fast as he can, much as he does in life, while I'm dilly-dallying around being ridiculous. It seems that gaming habits really reflect our priorities in life...)
Now it's bed-time. I get to wake up to December: Hoggywarty writing (arrrgh, says the pained writer!), catching up on my flist, getting to read instead of just write, unpacking my bag of shoes and coats, putting up some of my posters, not staying up until 5am writing (oops on today)...
[Crossposted from dreamwidth.]