Sonja Foust

I am so proud to have been a part of tonight, and the historic election of Barack Obama. I usually don’t get really political on this blog, but I gotta post and this is all I’m thinking about tonight. 

This year, I am a NaNoWriMo cheater. I’m using my existing 11,672 words and giving myself a head-start. So when I win, you all can claim I didn’t really win, and that will be fine. Because I’m pretty sure it’s going to be impossible for me to win this year, at least within the rules.

So my goals for NaNoWriMo are:
1. Write the next 38,328 words of this novel.
2. Get the stinking thing done, OMG, because I’ve been trying to finish it since February.

And, yeah, I’ve written 50,000 words in a month before (twice!), but this month I’m starting a new job in the middle of the month, and that tends to sap my creative juice. All that brain power gets used just trying not to completely screw something up all day at work.

So there’s my lame confession. The flogging may now begin.

On Twitter, I’d taken an informal poll on my costume options for grown up Halloween at our friends’ house Saturday night: cowboy or Sarah Palin. At first, I was leaning toward cowboy, because I got these awesome cowboy boots in Jackson. But I couldn’t resist the draw of an easy shot, so Sarah Palin it was.