We had a nice, relaxing Thanksgiving dinner with friends. Like 81.7% of Americans, we had a turkey with approximately three dozen side dishes, and like 53% of Americans, we had leftover sides and turkey for dinner tonight.
(Like 43.9% of all statistics, these were totally made up on the spot, by the way.)
Hard to believe that 2010 is just about to draw to a close. Where has the entire year gone, I ask you? It feels like I got about zip-all accomplished this year. I’m still putting the finishing touches on the novel I’ve been writing since before January, so this one is going to take a year and a half from start to finish when all is said and done. On the plus side, I wrote a bunch of decent short stories this year, got some encouraging critiques and rejections, and had a ton of great ideas for subsequent novels. From a technical standpoint, I’ve improved my writing a great deal this past year, so there’s that at least.
Next up: December, being the last month of the year and all that. Maybe I’ll even get this 500-page turkey finished by December 31st, at which point I will throw my pen into Mascoma Lake, eat a whole box of Twinkies, and wash the spongy, delicious yellow bastards down with a fifth of Maker’s Mark.