Ok, so a while ago I challenged myself to write 1000 words every day. I didn’t do it. I’m a rebel like that.
Challenges suck sometimes. What I did do is write about 730 words in one of my hypothetical books last night. I figure that is pretty close to 1000 words, and I just wrote until a good stopping point. It’s better that way.
I must admit that Stephen King said I should write 1000 words every day. Well, he didn’t specifically say that to me, but he wrote it in the book he wrote about writing. He would have hated that last sentence. Anyway, I’m rambling. Maybe so I can tell myself I spent time writing. Maybe because I don’t want to switch the laundry. Maybe because I want to.
Alright, fine I’ll get the stupid laundry out. Sigh…
By “whining” I mean crying my eyes out and by “saving the world” I mean saving myself and a select few.
I recently received two of the most amazing awards in the history of blogging. By “two of the most amazing awards” I mean two of the most obviously drug induced awards in the history of blogging.
The first was the “zombie apocalypse” award. This may not really be an award, but Love and Lunchmeat chose me to be on her team which will undoubtedly be the only people who survive when the world ends. I will miss all of you, and I hope that your death is as quick and as pain-free as possible.
Since this isn’t really an award, there are no rules that I need to follow. That is good because I’m not great at following rules.
The second award I received was from Edward Hotspur , the Twit Skyblogger award. Technically, I don’t have to follow the rules, but because I don’t want to make him cry, I’ll play along.
#4. I’ll have to come back to that one.
Thanks again for the awards!
p.s. I hereby pass these awards on to:
Anyone who reads this post.