This is depressing. My novel lag is currently set to 'maximum,' which is really, really annoying, because I'm still not at the climax, and I'm still feeling like a five-year-old waiting for their birthday party about the climax. BOOOOOO!!!!
I'm still working on the novel, but I'm only doing around a page and a half a day; this is about one-sixth of what I was doing during NaNoWriMo. That's really, really depressing, I know. I'm duly ashamed.
But something cool happened today. Okay, it was a bit weird, too, but that's mostly because it was a supermassive disconnect between what was actually happening and what I thought would happen. See, one of my teachers from Camp Shakespeare was teaching the non-AP English students how to understand and perform Shakespeare, and she was waiting outside before lunch for her ride to come. I was going to lunch late after Women's Camerata (because there is never a day when Wom's Cam lets out on time), and I was taking the outside route (as opposed to walking up 70-odd stairs to the cafeteria). And we saw each other and we talked about school and Shakespeare and stuff. It was kind of weird, but kind of awesome too. Mostly because I never expected that I'd see someone I had met over the summer at my school, and she's pretty cool.
Yeah, that's my story. The end.
I've got to go and write and do homework and do other things of a productive nature. Farewell!
