Where in November was I?

Doing this, of course.



Won again, though my wordy book is still without an ending. But I reached the requisite 50,000 words and this is my virtual pat on the back. Sort of like those T-shirts, "I was a Texas senator and all I got was this lousy indictment," but sort of more honorable than that.

To think of the shopping mall tramplings I had to miss in order to meet my targeted word count. I, too, could have been a participant in Black Friday bloodshed and the proud owner of a Tickle Me, Elmo! if not for my dedication and vigor these last few weeks. (Oh, Tickle Me, Elmo! was the big toy five years ago? Wow, I really can't account for THAT lost time.)

My National Novel Writing Month profile is here. And, because I am done a FULL DAY EARLY, I will get to watch the Veronica Mars with TWO endings in peace tomorrow. (Seems unfair, though, that she gets two endings and I don't even have one.)