The title of this post is a little bit of a pun and a little bit of an announcement. Most of the time, goals are like babies: little, demanding miscreants that refuse to meet you halfway and make you do everything their way, but we love them anyway because the end result makes up for all the whining.
[Wow, this metaphor can actually stretch out a lot further than I thought: they thank you, but only after you’ve put it in all the work; they’re fun to make but overwhelming when you think about the amount of work they are; you’re never really done with them because as soon as you finish one, you make another…Okay, I’m done now.]
Unfortunately, my announcement does not have to do with babies…but it does have to do with goals. I am halfway done with my novel. If you don’t know, I’m participating in National Novel Writing Month (or NaNoWriMo) this year and the goal is to write 50,000 words in the month of November. I reached 25,000 last night. So my life has basically looked like this:and this:
for the last two weeks…and it will for the next two weeks as well, as I try to hit my goal (the little miscreant). Not to mention this little beauty that I’ve taken to wearing:
I still can’t believe that I’m doing this, or that I’ve managed to maintain my sanity while getting halfway there. We’ll see if the next half is so kind.