Day eighteen: pissed off, exhausted and slightly discouraged

I'm way behind in my novel. I haven't written anything in the past two days, beyond a handful of phrases and sentences, barely enough to tack on 1k to my current word count. Some people have actually finished. They make frequent trips to the NaNoWriMo chat room (also some of the forums) and spin circles around the rest of us. It's all in good fun, mind you, but some of us are loosing our minds. One member forgot her dad's birthday. I damn near forgot my lil sister's birthday, and let me not even get started on what happened last week Monday: I forgot to follow through with a huge order for a luncheon. I felt horrible all week.

NaNoWriMo is survival of the fittest. Those of us who can look around at our shattered, burning heap called a life and then look at our shattered, burning heap called a novel, and decide to finish the novel...well, they've got guts of steel. I tell you, this is almost like having PMS for a month! I'm irritable, cranky, constantly on edge and praying for the end of this thing. But I'm very glad to be doing this. It's an endurance test, and I plan to see it to the bitter, painful and probably defeating end. And even attend the Aftermath Party. It'll be fun to meet up with some of the hopeless souls I've sent cheery messages of encouragement to...and vise versa.

Happy Thanksgiving everay-boday!