Impulse

So… an hour and a half left until NaNoWriMo begins.

An hour and fifteen minutes now.

You can probably tell by now that I’m not the most on-task person. In the past few hours, I’ve jumped from a scene in the Lost Isle to my Lady of Rain outlines (which I likely should be working on, what with the whole 75-minutes-left thing) to the Goodreads Choice awards (A Gathering of Shadows is a nominee!!!)

One hour.

I’m trying to help Karis with a novella title. I’m voting on the Best Debut Goodreads. I’m frantically refreshing the NaNo website to see if anything new has popped up. I’ve said goodnight to my Eastern-Time penpal, and good luck-

It’ll be my turn in fifty minutes.

Forty-five.

We’ve decided on a title. The YA Fantasy and Sci-Fi categories are killing me and no matter what I do I’ll feel bad for the other eight, nine that really really do deserve it and totally tie in my mind. V.E. Schwab just liked a tweet I send her for congratulations on her nomination.

Forty.

I’m so tired… I’ll hate myself in the morning, but this weekend when I’m on the church retreat it’ll be a good thing. I want to win this year. This story is begging me to be told. I’ve outlined a little more than half, and I hope it’s enough.

Thirty.

The time is moving faster and faster. It seems like seconds ago that I was looking at four, six, ten hours to go. Now it’s only half of one. I wonder if I’ll have to drop The Lost Isle for the month, or if I’ll be able to write that as well. I hope I will have inspiration for both.

Twenty-five.

I don’t know if I’m ready for this.

Twenty.

If I start writing at midnight I might just end up staying up the rest of the night. I have class tomorrow. I hope we have enough tea.

Fifteen.

I forgot to put together a playlist for the book. Do I have time? I don’t know. I want tea. And maybe food. I might have forgotten dinner earlier, but I’m hungry now. I’d wake everyone up.

Ten.

Oh my goodness, this is happening. I’m somewhat terrified, actually. What with it being my first time with the official website.

Nine.

The Final Countdown just started playing. *gulp*

Eight.

Should I start figuring out how to start the book?

Seven.

I should have done that this morning.

Six.

My document is up.

Five.

I hope I’m not waking anyone up with this.

Four.

*breathing hard*

THREE.

TWO.

One.

Good morning, all. Happy November. May the odds be ever in your favor.

 

 

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