Giving in to the urge

Call me crazy, but I just can't avoid the lure of NaNoWriMo. I wasn't going to do it. I was going to knit fair isle! TWO sweaters (or at least parts thereof).

And then on the metro I had this crazy idea. And all of a sudden, I got that old familiar itch. Not just to write- nosiree, that would be easy.

This is the itch to spend every waking moment when I am not PHYSICALLY at work writing. To forsake sleep. To bid a fond farewell to my boyfriend, and tell him to get his fill of WoW raiding because my schedule just went kaplooey.

I have events scheduled for my crafts cluster- and I'm going to make them. But I'll write before and after. I have work that I need to be doing on weekends... and I will somehow have to fit it in. Crap, I'm even teaching two knitting classes (my first ever)... but no matter. I'll write in the coffee shop near the yarn store, all afternoon. Classes end at 11, I fail to see the issue.

So here I go. I'm obviously starting tonight, in two minutes. I'm firing up the laptop on the metro tomorrow. I am giving up my knitting and reading and Netflix (essentially) and focusing, as I am wont to do for one twelfth of the year, on just being a crazy writer chick.

Unless I realize it's Thanksgiving, I am so sleep deprived I fall asleep at my desk, and generally I cannot live without knitting. But I'm hoping I can hold out for at least that long. And maybe, if I get my typing speed up to par again, I'll be done by then anyways.

Ha.

Wish me luck. 50,000 words or bust!

Oh- I did finish the chullo except for the braids. And tonight I knit a washcloth. So hopefully that'll get me through a few days sans knitting! Pictures to come.