Day Ee-lev-ohn. NaNoWriMo and South Beach

If I fall asleep whilst writing this post, forgive me, kind reader.  It's been a very long day.

NaNoWriMo:  Week two kicks your butt.  Or maybe it's just my butt that's feeling kicks.  I mean, I'm doing ok word wise.  It's just the daily set a side time to write is going to be uber challenging for me because I'm also working a million hours this week.  (Woot for employment!)  It took me all day to finally sit at the computer to bust out a scene or two.

Also, I feel like I've just crested this immense hill that my main character had to summit.  And I'm totally scared to read what I wrote in fear that I'll read it and say, "man, my writing totally sucks rocks".  So I'm just going to keep writing without revising anything, lest I quit in throws of desperation for how much I suck as a writer.  Where is Stephen King when I need to ask him questions?

This is what I was thinking today as I was mopping the floors at my job:  what makes a writer?

I mean, here I am, writing.  Does that make me a writer? What about when I write a grocery list or a rent check.  Am I a writer?  Do I have to be published to be called a writer?  I've not had the pleasure of publishing, aside from the daily PUBLISH POST action I do when I post these little novels of drivel.  It's mind boggling.  And you know what I decided whilst all that mopping?  This:  I've got to buy a Swiffer.

South Beach Diet:  Today's temptation:  Bagel chips.  Also, I made sushi rice krispies for work and had to pretend that cockroaches had crawled on them so I didn't cram them into my cheeks like a squirrel.  Also, my Hubs deliberately coughed all over something that was making us jones for carbs.  He knows just what to do, man.  So, weight loss stands at 10 lbs.  I wore a shirt that used to fit like sausage casing earlier this year and was happy to see that today, it fit normal.  Although it's still the color of sausage casing, which makes me think I need to rethink my wardrobe colors.  So, lots of victories, both in the conquering temptations, weight loss and wearing nicely fitting shirts.  Sweet.  And thank God that the first two weeks are almost up.

I'm going to bed.

Days Six and Seven: NaNoWriMo and SBD with a sprinkle of DST

Man I love me some abbreviations.

I'm combining Saturday and Sunday together b/c dude, nothing exciting enough happened to warrant a special post for each.  Also, it's weird updating the bloggage today, as I never do on the weekends.  I might have to do other weird things today, like pluck my eyebrows and dust my baseboards.  Wait, I better not get too ahead of myself.

NaNoWriMo:  Still plugging right along.  Like my diet, I fear this next week will be me repeating over and over "Dude, I am SO OVER THIS".  I must stay the course and blah blah keep writing blah blah write write yada yada waaaaaaah.  My word count is doing just fine though.  Not anorexic at all.  But it could definitely use some protein.

Aaaand segway to next, um, segment.

South Beach:  Diet is fine blah blah not cheated yet blah blah.  Man, I need some cake.  No, I need some Twizzlers.  No!  I need a Diet Coke!  Yes!  That I can have.  One nice thing:  I perched on the scales, held my breath and thought nice light thoughts of down feathers floating gently in the breeze and saw that in 6 days I'd lost 6 lbs.  Not too shabby.  It gives me enough drive to see what the numbers will be by the end of next week.  Also, I'll bet a piece of cake weighs 6 lbs.  Shut up, yes it does.  *repeats to myself over and over*

Today I must make more Baked Egg Cups.  Seriously, such an easy recipe, easy to store in the fridge, easy to pop in the microwave, easy to eat.  It's just plain easy.  And, I ate the last one day.  So.

Daylight Savings Time:  Oh haaaaiii, DST, thanks for waking me up bright and early at 6:45 a.m.  I want to like you, but I fear me waking up earlier in the day will only force me to be either a) way more industrious and cleany housish or b) spend way more time wasting the hours on the computer, throwing blankets of guilt on my conscience, hating your guts.  Let's hope for a), shall we?

Happy Sunday.