Word Count

As much as I like getting paid, I’m not so crazy about how much I have to work today and tomorrow, especially at the beginning of JuNoWriMo. Not that I’m writing a very serious novel, but it’s four days in and I’m already two thousand words behind. Guess what I’ll be doing this evening after I get off work…and after I go grocery shopping because I can’t choke down another packet of microwave oatmeal.

On a (brighter?) different note, I’m happy to report that my toaster, which I received for my wedding registry, adequately toasts bread. Its maiden voyage smelled a little like plastic, but the toast tasted toasty. You really can’t ask for more than that.

I’m reading Anansi Boys by Neil Gaiman (and not Don Quixote, but that’s just because I’m a bad person). All of these writers are second-generation P.G. Wodehouse funny: Neil Gaiman, Terry Pratchett, Douglas Adams, Jasper Fforde.  And the inimitable Connie Willis.  I wish I could write a book as spectacularly funny as these writers have. Perhaps I should read more P.G. Wodehouse. The British are quite hysterical.

My exact word count at present is 4497. At the end of the day, it really ought to be 6668. We’ll see how it goes.