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I’ve not written in quite awhile. Mostly because I have nothing to say, and I thought I’d spare the world.
And to the persons who searched for “rachel weisz in latex” and “order hoo hoos” but were led here, I sincerely apologize. If you found either, please let me know.
Last week I mentioned that Target had cute Christmas decor this year. I would like to correct myself. Target has frickin’ gorgeous Christmas decor this year, and if I do not buy it, I may suffer a lack-of-adorable-induced seizure and die.
I went to Target earlier this week and nearly fell over when I saw some of the dinnerware. Unfortunately, I didn’t have enough money to buy anything.
Branch 2-Tier Server ($24.99)
Goldbrush Cream Cake Stand ($14.99)
Goldbrush Cream Tray Set of 2 ($19.99)
Cream & Gold Dinnerware Collection ($19.99 – $27.99)
That’s all I have for this week because I’m planning on spending the rest of the day working on NaNoWriMo, aka the bain of my existence.
I know this is a day late, but I had absolutely no access to a computer after 10 a.m. yesterday. Unfortunately I also blew NaBloPoMo, but I’m going to keep going as if.
Target’s Christmas decor is up online now, and at least some of it was in stores as of last week. Like last year (and the year before), it’s amazing. Target’s designers keep getting better and better.
Nature Scenes Plates (sets of four of the same, $19.99)
My only problem with these is that I wish you could buy one of each.
Small Silver Glass Jar ($39.99)
While listed in the Christmas section, I would use this year-round on my dresser or in my bathroom.
Just about every week, I find something adorable at Urban Outfitters. Here are a few I recently stumbled upon:
Cable Knit Pillow ($42)
If I was a better knitter (and finished things I started making), I would totally make this for myself.
Rink Roller Skates ($84)
I have been wanting to go skating for some reason lately, and if I didn’t have my own thrift-store-bought white skates with pink wheels, I think it’d bee difficult for me not to splurge on these.
My friend Leighann introduced me to Pinup Girl Clothing this week, and I am completely smitten. It’s incredibly expensive, and I doubt I’ll ever be able to afford anything, but I can drool over it, can’t I?
Zsa Zsa Circle Skirt ($114)
I would wear this skirt with a half-apron and serve cocktails. I’m not even close to kidding.
Vixen Dress ($84)
I’ve hardly ever wanted a dress, let alone one that squeaked over every curve, but seeing this on a model who is somewhat shaped like me (big boobs, big hips, smaller legs) makes me wonder if I could actually pull it off.
Found on a calendar of quotes:
“Perhaps they were right in putting love into books… Perhaps it could not live anywhere else”
– William Faulkner
I was looking up writing prompts earlier in order to come up with something somewhat interested to post, but got distracted while trying to push my novel for NaNoWriMo up to 5,000. (How is it possible that I only wrote 400 in thirty minutes?)
I am determined to succeed at NaNoWriMo this year, in part because I feel like I’ve never finished anything important in my life. I’ve also never won anything in twenty-five years. I take that back — I won a huge, red stuffed bear when I was about three that towered over me. I named her Emily. I think I named all of my toys Emily.
But I seem destined to fail at this novel writing business. My therapist would call it a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I think it’s good old pessimism and doubt. I came up with a very detailed plot for my novel thinking that would help speed the process of writing, along with the fact that it’s a book for old kids and young teenagers, so I don’t have to write lots of big words and similes. Fucking similes.
What I failed to take in account is that there is all this middle ground between plot points. I can’t seem to get out of the second chapter, because it is SO DAMN BORING to write about insignificant things that happen in order to lead up to actual action. Like, right now, my main character’s mother is cooking her an egg. AN EGG. It has absolutely nothing to do with the plot. It’s not like later on in the book the character will go, “Oh, remember that egg I ate. It changed my life and will totally change the course of history.” No. It’s a friggin’ egg.
My cat is sleeping in a chair next to me with his paws above his head. Maybe I should write a 50,000 word book on him. He’s more interesting than breakfast.