I was nervous and excited about starting Nanowrimo – I knew it is a bit of a gimmick, but I like to write and was eager for the encouragement. I could probably have managed to keep going even though my weekend hours had been drastically shortened – I should have tried. I do understand that a writer can write anywhere, even if there are places he prefers. I knew being on the farm all weekend would be detrimental to my health – and it was, I am in full allergic agony right now – but i could have tried.
Another international event, and one that I participated in last year, is Movember. I grew a mustache last year, as did many of my coworkers, but had trouble starting it this year. It seems my short-term memory is failing me. I entered the bathroom on the morning of November 1st, thinking, “Don’t shave your upper lip.”
I remembered again after shaving the left side of my upper lip. Dang! I repeated this for several mornings.
I think I can catch up, though. I am not sure if this is cheating.
The writing is backward as I am shooting into a mirror, but I have a box of minoxidil in my hand. I won’t divulge which in-law uses the stuff.