the anti-nanowrimo?

So there’s been this thing for a while called National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) during November, where valiant souls attempt to write a 50,000+ word novel in a month. A few years ago, the blog community adapted NaNoWriMo into NaBloPoMo, where bloggers write a new post each day of November.

I did neither of these things. Instead, I accidentally participated in my very own NoBloPoMo, posting exactly nada during November. So, you know, that’s fun.

November is a strange month. It always feels like nothing is happening, even when things do happen. It’s a lot of waiting and planning and feeling anxious about the end of things. I don’t know what it is, but it’s weird every year. Whatever.

And now, everything of varying levels of significance that happened last month:

  • My brother turned 21. I bought him an awesome gift that I thought of all on my own. It was a proud moment for me.
  • I gained a few gray hairs during a particularly stressful yearbook distribution.
  • But really, I found a couple of gray hairs this month. #notokay
  • What is okay? My two new pairs of shoes. That is very okay with me.
  • I powered my way through about three seasons of Gilmore Girls. I’m currently in Season 5 (Episode 7: “You Jump, I Jump, Jack”, in case you’re curious). I expect I’ll finish it up just in time to leap into my planned Friends marathon in January. It is truly amazing that I accomplish anything in a world where Netflix exists.
  • I attended a beautiful wedding…where the power went out ten minutes post-ceremony. Lesson learned: cutting cake in the dark is not fun.
  • Thanksgiving happened. Food was consumed. Mean Girls was watched. You know, the usual.
  • Black Friday happened. Things were bought. No Londons or Longs were harmed in the procurement of these deals.
  • I have new books: Horrorstör by Grady Hendrix; Yes Please by Amy Poehler; Promise Not To Tell by Jennifer McMahon; So Brave, Young, and Handsome by Leif Enger. Plus books for other people. Shhhhh….
  • 707 has been decorated (though not a single Christmas bauble made an appearance before Thanksgiving, thankyouverymuch).

Aaannndddd that’s about it. I’ll think of more later, most likely, but I’m still too shocked that it’s December to care right now.

Time to be an adult and put up my laundry! Life’s grand, isn’t it?


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