I'm heading strong into week two of NaNoWriMo. I've never worked this hard, and yet never had so much fun writing. Fiction is a creative blast. I'm at 10,252 words, about 1500 behind. But I intend to catch up today, especially when I stop procrastinating by writing and reading blogs.
My son is participating in his own contest of sorts. While I'm attempting to write 50,000 words in 30 days, he is partaking in No Shave November. Trying to grow 50,000 whiskers in 30 days. I think he's up to about 11,660, so he's right on track. He needs to grow 1,667 whiskers per day.
Yesterday, he caught our youngest son staring at him from the passenger seat, as he backed the car out of the Church parking lot.
"Stop staring at me, I see you looking at my beard."
"It's gross. You really need to shave," Landon said. Turns out he wasn't aware that Keegan is in the "proper care and feeding" of a beard phase.
To Keegan, I say "Way to go son! You make a momma proud. When the whiskers won't come, never give up."
And to myself I say I better wrap this up.
True tip for my fellow WriMo's: French Cafe' on Pandora is the best writing music ever. Period.
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