The Insanity Sets In

So, we’ve survived the first week of NaNo! *cheers*

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

We have survived, haven’t we? It is debatable.

Since 11:59 of October 31st turned into 12:00 of November 1st I’ve been living and breathing my NaNo.

Well, maybe not “living”. Because my NaNo has emphatically told me that it wants to live thus I must give up my life for a month for it.

I am so bad at winning arguments.

Every waking hour (and sometimes non-waking ones) has consisted of NANO. Not that I’ve let it affect me. Nooo. I’m still peeeerfectly sane!

While brushing my teeth I sing parody songs to my characters in my head.

Hey, I just create you,
And this is crazy,
But here’s my NaNo,
So help me maybe?

(Disclaimer: I have never even heard the full version of Call Me Maybe and never, ever plan to, but it is so amusing all the parodies you can make [or have already been made] with those lyrics.)

Every time I close my eyes I see my characters.

The NaNo Waltz has been going round and round my head.

I thought death had found me Wednesday when we had no milk to make a cappuccino with.

Because I, sadly, do not drink coffee, this is my substitute. I suck it down like there’s no tomorrow during NaNo. But no milk to make one with? Could there be more tragedy?!?!

I’ve been grinning wickedly at the discovery that Darven is highly fond of name-calling:

"What's a rat smelling dark elf like you doing this far north anyway?"

"Where is that troll brained elf?"

“If Reziq or any of those other goblin faced Ordeth inhabitants haven't strangled him yet than I'm going to the second I find him."

What was that foolish elf doing now?

And it may amuse me a teeny tiny bit over how often he refers to Leiden as a fool. Ahem.

All day every day those two are arguing in my head. And not just with each other, with me as well. Darven informed this morning that I’m a terrible author to have. ALL I was doing was pronouncing his name in a really exaggerated southern accent and laughing at how silly it sounded. I’m not all THAT terrible. Psh.

Oh, and I may have Written 50k words in 8 days.

Which may have beaten my record of 9 days. Which may have happened during my first NaNo. After which I maaaay have vowed to myself to never, ever go that crazy during NaNo again. Not that I’d ever break a promise to myself. . .

Yep, this NaNo has absolutely, definitely, not even slightly, at all, in any way stripped me of my sanity. Not it alllll.

*runs away cackling madly*