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Okay it's now 11:00 pm here in Southern California. My word count for the day for my NaNo novel is... 2248. I'm pretty surprised considering that I spent the bulk of the day finishing another project. For that one I wrote a little under 6000 words today.
I won't be writing 8000 words per day for NaNo. My goal is at least 3000 a day because I won't be able to get much done on the weekends.
I'm very tired now and my vision is blurring. I have no idea what I wrote the last hour. Oh well at least I'll get to read something new and see how my brain works on auto pilot when I read it over in the morning.
One last thing before I go to bed. It has nothing to do with writing but it was so funny what happened to my husband at work today. My husband came home today with a gift certificate to the restaurant that he had lunch out today. He's been in big planning type meetings for days for a project he's working on at work.
After they were all finished with their lunch, the head chef comes up to my husband and hands him the envelope with certificate in it. He tells him that he felt bad because his steak was not cooked the way he ordered it and that he wanted to give him a complimentary lunch on him and to please come back any time.
The funny part was my husband never complained about his food. He thought it was great and ate it all. There were 20 co workers with him and none of them complained either. So I asked with a sigh if the chef appeared to be gay. He said that now that I brought it up, he did.
I asked to see the envelope and sure enough, there's the guy's business card with his home phone number written in ink on the back. That guy can't go anywhere without getting hit on! He has a big wedding ring and he never takes it off. It doesn't stop the admirers though.
I don't know how he stays so humble. He just shrugs that kind of stuff off. I've been with him when girls in limos flash him on the freeway while standing out of the moon roof or gay guys drool and moan as we walk by them at Disneyland. Teen aged girls write "I love Mr. Skyler." on bathroom walls.
I think the chef thought he was a celebrity or something. He works for a major car company and he was the only one that day in a racing team t-shirt and car logo baseball cap. The others were in their nice work clothes. (He had a volley ball tournament to play in at work when he got back from lunch). Perhaps the guy thought he was a race car driver as his company sponsors racing and a whole heap of other things. Who knows.
Well, I'll say goodnight now. I've got to get up at 4:30 am to see my husband off to work.
I won't be writing 8000 words per day for NaNo. My goal is at least 3000 a day because I won't be able to get much done on the weekends.
I'm very tired now and my vision is blurring. I have no idea what I wrote the last hour. Oh well at least I'll get to read something new and see how my brain works on auto pilot when I read it over in the morning.
One last thing before I go to bed. It has nothing to do with writing but it was so funny what happened to my husband at work today. My husband came home today with a gift certificate to the restaurant that he had lunch out today. He's been in big planning type meetings for days for a project he's working on at work.
After they were all finished with their lunch, the head chef comes up to my husband and hands him the envelope with certificate in it. He tells him that he felt bad because his steak was not cooked the way he ordered it and that he wanted to give him a complimentary lunch on him and to please come back any time.
The funny part was my husband never complained about his food. He thought it was great and ate it all. There were 20 co workers with him and none of them complained either. So I asked with a sigh if the chef appeared to be gay. He said that now that I brought it up, he did.
I asked to see the envelope and sure enough, there's the guy's business card with his home phone number written in ink on the back. That guy can't go anywhere without getting hit on! He has a big wedding ring and he never takes it off. It doesn't stop the admirers though.
I don't know how he stays so humble. He just shrugs that kind of stuff off. I've been with him when girls in limos flash him on the freeway while standing out of the moon roof or gay guys drool and moan as we walk by them at Disneyland. Teen aged girls write "I love Mr. Skyler." on bathroom walls.
I think the chef thought he was a celebrity or something. He works for a major car company and he was the only one that day in a racing team t-shirt and car logo baseball cap. The others were in their nice work clothes. (He had a volley ball tournament to play in at work when he got back from lunch). Perhaps the guy thought he was a race car driver as his company sponsors racing and a whole heap of other things. Who knows.
Well, I'll say goodnight now. I've got to get up at 4:30 am to see my husband off to work.
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