I registered for NaNoWriMo - National Novel Writing Month. I agreed to write a 50,000 word novel in the month of November - a mere 1,667 words a day.
Is there such a thing as 'registered member's remorse'?
So, if being chained to the laptop for thirty days wasn't enough, I further cooked my goose by checking out the Vitality Compass.
And discovered that my goose is cooked.
Based on my poor eating and lifestyle habits, obesity and lack of exercise, I should be dead already. My body has the biological age of 74 years...and I should die at age 54.
I am 54 right now.
So most likely, if NaNoWriMo doesn't kill me, I am as good as dead anyway.
This information causes the procrastinator in me to want to chuck this whole novel-writing idea, and spend my last remaining moments on earth in something stress-free - like spending time with my family.
You may now assume I am delusional, as well as being a glutton for punishment.
I won't be blogging much in November (assuming I'm still breathing and all), as I will be agonizing over how to write complete and utter crap each day...that isn't in blog form.
I have three stories rolling around in my brain, not sure which one will be the death of me.
How 'bout if I let YOU decide?
Should my novel be a:
Heartbreaking story of a little girl, and how she overcomes her past
Snarky pop culture story, but with criminal intent
Sinister murder plot; dealing with social outcasts
Pick one, add it to your comment. And in your comment, tell me YOUR biological age (according to the Vitality Compass), and how old you'll be when you die.
That way, if my attempt at a novel really, really sucks (and it most likely will), I'll have more than myself to blame it on...and can update my planner to remind me to hang out near the pearly gates so I'll be sure to run into you in the afterlife.