More life. More intervention.
I'm now about a week behind pace; my LW is keeping pace just ahead of me. I think she thinks it is funny somehow. But she is behind as well.
You see, the Horde want to write as well. The three oldest are signed up with NaNoWriMo as well. But they have conspired to keep us behind; I am fully convinced of it.
You see, two of them have now lost their NaNoWriMo notebooks. Last week, that is. They have spent five full days moping about after I get home from work "looking" for their notebooks.
My LW and I have gone blue in the face trying to convince them to just start writing in a different notebook until we find their original notebook, then we can add them together on the computer.
They won't buy it.
And so they mope, and complain, and distract their parents from their writing.
[sigh]
Twelve short days left. Twelve.
I am not going to be eating much turkey this year, I can already tell.
Thanksgiving just won't find me overly sociable.
...and I am unplugging the television tonight.
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