Behind

I’m dreadfully behind in my writing, and I’ve decided to blame wedding stuff.  This past weekend I met with the people at my wedding chapel, hunted for rings, and chose material for my wedding dress.  All of this was necessary, and a lot of it was even fun; but the fact is that I haven’t even looked at how many words I’m behind.  I’m guessing about five thousand–and for you non-writers, that’s twenty pages.  The depressing thing is remembering just how long it took me to write sixty pages of a thesis, and the fact that I spent a full month and a half writing fourteen pages of a short story (“The Initiate”), which is really only decent and still needs some more work.

I suppose this is why JuNoWriMo writing is not in the toilet, but out of it.

I’m dosing myself liberally with Dove chocolate ice cream and telling myself to take it in chunks of one thousand…despite the fact that many acclaimed writers consider a thousand words to be a day of very hard work.  I guess to catch up I’ll be working 1) very 2) very 3) very 4) very 5) very hard today.

On a brighter note, I’ll be getting married in forty-two days.  As ’42’ is the answer to life, the universe, and everything, I find this to be rather lucky.  Maybe I’ll meet my word count after all.