I'm back in bed again today but can handle looking at my computer screen for now - only a mild headache today, but my husband took one look at me this morning and told me to go back to bed. I look ghostly - more pale than normal. Like the vampire kids in Twilight. Maybe I'll start twinkling soon. That would be worth it, right?
I looked at the NaNoWriMo site while laying in bed feeling sorry for myself with yet another episode of House in the background. The forums are definitely a distraction. And some of the people reaching out to meet other people in my area appear to be terrifying. Like I could write a story about it. Maybe not 50,000 words because it would end rather quickly and as expected.
One guy looking for someone to "write" with listed his location as "Under Your Bed." I'm definitely not meeting that guy. Hopefully he's just writing horror and isn't actually doing research for his slasher story.
Clearly I watch too much NCIS.
My expectation was that the NaNo community would be like the blogging community, all supportive like a group hug. Not so much so far. It would be nice to meet more writers in the area. But I guess the point is to just write.