TGIO

It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!!!

No, not NaNoWriMo- that IS over, but I’m not celebrating it. I’m celebrating my win (over 70,000 words), but I’ll miss it a lot. The writing buddies, the forums, the pressure to just get through those tough spots and keep going, the permission to put off washing the floors in favour of writing… I’m sad to see all of that go.

No, what I’m celebrating is the end of Movember. I know it’s a good cause, I just really dislike mustaches in general. Tom Selleck is allowed to have one. The guys in the movie Tombstone can keep theirs and I’ll still watch it. My father-in-law can also keep his, because it suits him and I’m not entirely convinced that he actually has a lip under there. But not his son. My husband has fine, blond hair. He was not pleased with the results of his lip-hair experiment, and I don’t like prickly face. Not fun for either of us.

I donated money. I tried to be supportive. I’ve even said that next year we can match the donations he got this year if he’ll give the money to someone else. I think he was a little insulted by that… But I still don’t like Movember.*

He’s been itching to shave for the past week. I’m proud of him for sticking it out, but HOORAY, it’s over!!!

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have floors to wash. Right after I figure out how to get two mer folk, a sorcerer and a semi-unconscious sorceress out of a well-guarded enemy fortress, while stopping to rescue a deposed king on the way.

What? Fun habits die hard. The floors can wait a little longer…

*huh. Autocorrect knows the word “Movember.” Not NaNoWriMo, though. I wonder what I can grow for insane writing challenge awareness?