So yesterday I finished Christmas Gift #2, basked in its glory for a few minutes, and cracked straight on with Christmas Gift #3. Normally I might have taken a brief break before casting on, but it's November and I have to save the world. And I have decided that I can't save the world unless I am wearing...
Wait for it...
Stranded mittens. Yes. If I hadn't cast on Gift #3 straight away, I might have cast on a pair of Frankenmitts, which I recently discovered and fell in love with. And I went to the library again yesterday (somebody stop me! Take away my library card until December First!) and checked out this book, which is wonderful, just stuffed to the gills with stranded mittens. I am smitten.
Ha! S-mitten! Sadly, November's tremendous rush of adrenaline has not improved my jokes, such as they are. And I can't play "Penny Lane" without missing a beat yet. But I am going to the grocery store as soon as I finish this up, and I'm hungry. Not a good combination, but clearly November requires sustenance.
I am at 5,544 words as regards the novel, but I didn't write a lick yesterday. If I keep that up I'll have to kiss 50,000 goodbye before too long...but I'm not going to keep that up, and with any luck (oh, and also "hard work" and "turning off the Dr. Phil show and getting to work" and maybe some "stop pretending the novel will write itself") I'll have a couple of days where several thousand words get written! Yes!
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