the end of the world is coming, and you are screwed no matter what.

so it seems everyone has food issues. and i am not the biggest freak in the group. or, at least, the only freak. although, what wicked does to a rib eye should be declared illegal. wicked, stick to sirloin and give all your rib eye steaks to me. i’m sorry [not very] to say that i have not had a chance to work on my cooking issues, as i can never remember to defrost any of the meat that is in the freezer. there are just SO MANY STEPS to cooking. i don’t like it.
nano word count is at 8,368. way behind goal. lucy has been laid off in a blaze of glory. she made a brief visit to her friend ashna’s hippie store, so that we could introduce that character. then she went home and fell asleep in pajama pants, on her couch, not long after that, she lost her home and car in a blaze of glory. fire fire fire, smoke smoke smoke… after that, she wakes up at mo’s, her grandmothers. talk talk exposition exposition discussion discussion pancakes pancakes. mo’s friend bertie has just stopped by, so we meet bertie. who is a coot. or hoot. i’m not sure which. and that’s where we are. lucy’s about to take a bath and sink back into depression. fun!
i need to pick up the pace. but i do have that whole last week of november off, to write. according to the weekly pep talk, the 2nd week of wrimo is called the Week of Fatigue. that’s when everyone gets tired, and wonders why they are doing this. they’ve progressed far enough along to see that their plots are not going anywhere they planned, and they are afraid that it’s all going to fall apart. but, if you get through the Week of Fatigue, you should be ace’s by week three. everything’s good in week three.