I have a personal goal of 3,000 words a day for November’s “NaNoWriMo” or National Novel Writing Month, in order to achieve the much coveted “50,000 word novel in 30 days” elite status. Oh, I cannot write every day. That silly goal is for my friend Rita. Ha ha. O foolish one! Of course, she’ll probably get the last laugh and do it, knowing her. I just dare her to write something akin to 90,000 words of ROMANCE. Then we’ll see who has the last laugh.
Meanwhile, here I sit, procrasti-writing. It’s my new phrase. I’m actually writing. I’m just procrastinating writing what I should be writing. Hence, procrasti-writing. I’m a genius sometimes.
Oh, I’m also photographing the beauty that is fall in Indiana. Right outside my front door stands a glorious maple tree that has deigned to hold off turning until the last possible moment. It’s a smart tree. Almost all the others are barren and spindly with their leafless, twiggy look. But not Miss Maple. No. She shines spectacularly amidst the grey and blankness of late fall.
So while I procrasti-write, I also enjoy the splendor of God’s glorious creation. Here–enjoy it too!