It wasn’t Albert Einstein, and it probably wasn’t Benjamin Franklin, but some person out there, at some point, decided that the definition of insanity was doing the same thing repeatedly and expecting a different result. Stupid head.
Everyone knows that the more you practice, the better you get.
For instance, the more I sign up for things, the more often I can drop it like it’s hot.
The more I sleep with ex boyfriends, the more often I realize why they’re exes and create an ever-vaster list of must-have-nots, therefore rendering nearly anyone…well, no, really just the two of them or anyone like them, not boyfriend material.
The more I leave my dirty dishes all weekend in the sink, the more I learn about science.
It’s really all win-win, if you think about it. And I? Am a winnah.
Which is probably why I signed up for NaNoWriMo again this year. Because the writing I‘m not doing or getting paid for already isn’t enough, and I’d really like another opportunity to rub my face into the fact that I have literally never finished a damn thing in my life.
I didn’t even finish child birth. There was a fucking vacuum for that.
So.
50000 sure seems like a big number when you’re looking at it in a post you’re not sure if you’ll hit publish or not on. But I mean, how hard can it be? That’s only 1666.6666666 ad ifinitum words to birth from the very womb of my being on a daily basis. When I show up around these parts to whine grace you with my presence talk about being a crazy motherfucker post, you’re typically left with 1300 words in your reader to eyeroll and hit MAAR on. I can totally nail 1666.6666666 ad infinitum every single day.
Even if Californication is on.
But only in November.
But this time? I don’t plan to publish it on here, because as lovely all the feedback was that I got last year, I’d prefer to keep it between me and the stupidest fucking laptop in the world when I quit.
Or get bored.
Also known as cannot cope with the crippling fear of failure, so that it’s just easier to decide to give up.
Kind of like how this guy must feel.
