Writing and Wusses

My word count remains woefully behind for national novel writing month. I should be at 10,000 tomorrow. I'm at 4,097. Instead of writing last night I decided to go to the
Beachwood for drinks with Steve and the DPC kids. It was a nice night, I walked there, I enjoyed the conversation. I'm trying to walk as much as possible while it's still warm out. I stayed out too late, and now I am sleepy at my desk.

Tonight is Pub Quiz, which will also prevent me from writing. The major goal of this month was to stay IN, and have the writing as an excuse, but so far I haven't curbed my social life to write. Tomorrow my social life and writing life mix, as Joe and I get together again to force each other to up our word counts.

And now I have to admit something. As you may have already figured out on my Last.fm lists I've started listening to some majorly wussy music. Yeah...I've listened to that insufferably annoying and religious Sufjan Stevens all week. I've been outed, gouge away!