I've officially completed this more times than NaNoWriMo!

Wow, it was a treat watching that donation counter spin free like it was attached to a air conditioner. It seems to have settled at about $4300-$4400, which is lower than the goal but more than we've ever gotten before. I am humbled and awestruck by the generosity of those who donated. I donated as well (as I also suspect most of my soon-to-be-not-bearded brethren did), but it was a paltry sum compared to the total.

I missed yesterday's post, my first of the year. I have a very short time frame to get my picture in before midnight, and even getting one before sunrise can be a chore, and after over two dozen days of doing it, I just had to miss one. Maybe next year I'll post in the morning before I go to bed each day. Don't know.

I may post another pic in a few days, after I shave off the cheeks and neck and settle into my winter goatee. But the weekend's starting so who knows when I'll actually get around to it.

Who has a positive integer number of thumbs and posts after midnight?

2 days to go, people. We've got $2300 still to go to get our goal. More importantly, we've got $320 to go before I'm in 1st place.

You know what to do.

D'oh!

Oops I totally forgot to post this last night. But thanks to the powers of the Internets you'll never know that because I changed the time of the post!

But then I told you about it.

I could just eat you up! No. I'm serious.

I think I'm running out of ideas. Okay, maybe that's even generous. I think I ran out of ideas somewhere around day 8 and I've been winging it ever since.

Now, I seem to be running out of... um... wing...ing...ness.

But I have a cinnamon bun, so I'm going to eat it now instead of typing.

Did I already do the "Not by the hair of my chinny chin chin" yet? If not, I'm doing it now. If so... I'm doing it again.

I went to 2 shops today (despite my incredulity toward Jeffrey doing the same). However, the first I just drove by to see what it was like. Best Buy was crowded, but it did not look like I would have been maced, trampled, or beaten with a 32" HDTV if I'd have ventured inside.

The second store I went to was a hardware store, to get a cable TV splitter. I asked if they had opened at midnight, but the guy behind the counter was too bored to come up with a good answer.

It may look like the food is not on a plate, and I am instead standing over a vast plane of Thanksgivingness. That's because I am.

Some days you can't find a big enough plate. Today was one of those days.

Jenny and I had a great Thanksgiving full of food, football, a random viewing of Sixteen Candles, and about half of Miracle on 34th Street (before passing out due to having eaten way too much food).

Word Count: Irrelevant.

I have decided I'm a one-story-at-a-time writer. I just cannot get into this second story while I still have unfinished business on the first. So, I have decided to - instead of making 50,000 words my goal - concentrate on the 2nd draft of the story that ended up being 25,000 words. When that is as complete as the first story, I will then move on to the third.^*

If you have somehow made it through life without knowing about my first story, by all means read it here: Too Good To Be True

*Okay, that was confusing. This year I was planning on writing 2 stories. The first of those, entitled The Relic, is actually the 2nd in a series. The second story I was to write in NaNoWriMo, entitled The Suicide Murders, is actually the 3rd in a series. The 1st in the series, Too Good To Be True, is at the link above.

Incidentally, it is very hard to get my fingers to type the html codes to end emphasis and then start it again, when I'm normally doing the opposite with book titles. I did it anyway, though. For you.

Embrace the gray. And the scraggly.

Tomorrow is Turkey Day. I work 7 hours of it, from midnight to 7am. So meh.

But when I'm done, I am going to sleep, eat, and watch football. Like God intended.

Word Count: 25270, 0 Today.

I'm officially worried about my word count.

Beard's not looking too shabby. Shaggy? Sure. Shabby? Not too.

I realized another reason (other than those sweet, sweet points) that I may be posting every day: I have a camera with me, with internet access, at all times. So when I forget to take a picture I can just snap one off wherever I happen to be and bammo, site update.

Word Count: 25270, 0 Today.

But I caught up on all my TV watching. That's worth something, right?

One of us is asleep. Can you guess which one?

I'm tired, so few words tonight. This is Spot, my girlfriend's cat. I believe he is the perfect yin to my yang, as we've both got spotty patches in our fur.

Word Count: 25270, 1210 Today.

Did I mention starting new fictional works is hard? Yeah, but I did it. Onward!

The less time-challenged of you may notice that it is not, in fact, 11:59:59 when I took this picture.

This little (?) guy's beard is more filled out than mine, but at least mine isn't blue.

You see here that he's quite intimidating, even if his wings are not physically capable of flight.

He has yet to be named, incidentally. Any ideas would be welcomed.

Word Count: 24060, 0 today

Starting new fictional works is hard, mmkay?