I’m pretty certain that this time around, NaNoWriMo is my arch nemesis, my bitter rival because she is kicking my ass to the curb. I’m locking myself in my writing cave this weekend and ignoring my massive pre-Thanksgiving to-do list and spreadsheet in the vain hope that I will catch up to the word count. There’s ten days left of this insanity, and if I make it out of this sh*tty novel alive, it will be a miracle.
In honor of my own bitter rival, I leave you with this new gem from Sleigh Bells
You are my bitter rival
But I need you for survivalIt was the best of times
It was the worst of times
I had to kill the new sheriff in town
She was gonna try to keep me
You go-go down
You go-go down
In a dream you will never be down
I’m doing to kill this novel if I have to.