NaNoWriMo starts today. As promised I will not be repeating the mistake of participating in it’s sister event NaBloPoMo. During National Blog Posting Month people try and make at least one blog post a day. This led to my posting of several blogs well below the mighty high standard I set. If you don’t realize that last sentence is a joke, you must be new to reading my blog.
During NaNoWriMo you are supposed to write 50000 words. That comes to 1666 words a day. I am sure this year will go exactly as the last four have. I’ll write maybe three perhaps four days the entire month and produce, if I really try, somewhere in excess of 1200 words. Mind you, I mean 1200 words for the full month.
You’ll notice a graph on the side bar to help you track my failure and shame. So wish me luck. Or better yet, wish me some hard work.
Yes internets, today I turned forty years old. Somehow I never thought it would happen. I remember being twenty five. I remember being thirty seven. Each time forty seemed so far away but here I am. I celebrated by dyeing the grey out of my hair and doing laundry. My life is exciting. What do I think about turning forty. I don’t think this is how I imagined my life when I was forty. But frankly I never have really had a plan or ambitions for my life. My only ambition has been to be a writer. Which hasn’t happened. It’s a complete mystery to me as to why I am not a famous novelist. Oh yeah I have never finished a novel.
So I spent today coming up with a “bucket list”. Things I want to do and places I want to go.
So in no particular order:
Finish a novel
Live in a different town (I’ve been living in the same town since I was eighteen)
Live in another country (I am not sure how long it takes for it to be considered living in another country)
Write a piece of open source software that people actually use
Papua New Guinea/Borneo ( I joke that I think these place are fictitious and are just made up on maps)
I want to go back to Paris and London
Poland (The Homeland )
Update: I forgot to mention that I broke my string of celebrating my birthday in another country. The streak ended at one year.