There’s no way I’m going to finish this novel by the end of November. And that makes me very sad. I very much want the satisfaction of writing “The End” after 50,000 words of fiction. But I’m going to keep plugging away at it. Maybe I can catch up over Thanksgiving weekend. I still have 12 days. (Eep.)

I did write 4600 words over the weekend, so that’s something. I also knit 6 rows of the hat I’m making, ate many yummy foods (most of them containing either apples or pumpkin), failed to properly configure NetHack on Ciela (my PowerBook), got drunk on champagne and rum, and watched many videos on YouTube, when K’s internet wasn’t crawling along at impossibly slow speeds.

It was a good weekend.