Oh man, sweets. I am a certifiable chocolate-holic and baked goods addict: donuts, cake, pie, brownies -- if it's baked and it tastes good, I'm there. And naturally, working in foodservice has a bit of a crappy side effect. You see, we sample stuff. Mostly pizza-related stuff like dough and pepperoni, but sometimes sweets, too. We once had a cannoli line. And once we taste tasted pies. And cakes. And...well, being that I sit all day at the office and I lead a pretty sedentary life, I've put on some weight.
Okay. Quite a lot of weight. (In fact, the joke when I started working for this company was, "Heh, you'll gain 25 pounds your first year here." I thought it was a joke. Nope. It was the truth. I've been there for almost 15 years now....)
Have you been anywhere remotely related to books or writing lately? A book store, a library, websites across the web, mailing lists. You've probably noticed a trend lately. Write a novel fast. Plan a novel in 30 days. Be ready.
Nanowrimo is coming.
Sometimes it is weird to see what a huge thing Nano has become. When I first did it, back in 2003, there were only a few thousand people participating. You could easily keep up with the entire forums, if you wanted to. Your friends had never heard of it, and thought writing 50,000 words in a month was crazy when you brought it up.
It's nearly the end of another gardening season where I live. We're lucky enough to have a longer summer and fall than the even more northerly city where I grew up, but it does eventually come to an end. (There's a reason Canadian Thanksgiving falls more than six weeks earlier than its American equivalent...)
To be honest, I'm a bit relieved. Not because I like winter (I really, really don't) but because I got overambitious this summer. I planted too much, had too many high-maintenance plants, and set my expectations for myself too high while at the same time feeling constantly behind. Problems came up and I didn't deal with them effectively, or sometimes at all. Then what was supposed to be fun and relaxing became stressful instead.
Wait, was I talking about gardening, or...?
Anyway, some things I learned this year: