I can't believe no one has told me off for my low word count. It's true, I've taken almost the entire week off because, well, I can. And maybe deep down this is my way of making things interesting because so far I've been pretty bored with the whole nanowrimo thing *yawn*. Anyway, me and my bossy personality are getting back on the writing schedule today and are now pushing for anywhere from 3 to 4000 words per night. Cuz frankly 2000 words a day was boring. (Don't you just love my non-chalant attitude about this whole thing?) I'm also the person that invented strip-rummy cuz the regular rummy was too boring.
Onward and upward!
In lieu of writing this weekend I did selfish Margaret things, like go to a small soiree at the Alliance Française for a local photographer. And what goes better with photographs than wine? Um, yeah. I can't think of anything. Speaking of French, something very few people know about me is that I do accents. I've always had a gift for languages and when I lived in Sweden it became difficult for even the Swedish to tell I was American by the time I left because I have an uncanny knack for picking up accents and dialects. As it turns out, I think I've finally nailed the whole French accent thing. Here's Sophie's easy 1-Step Guide to sounding authentically French: you have to speak like there's peanut butter stuck behind your 2 front teeth and you're afraid the teeth are going to fall out if you don't keep a close eye on them.
Just a thought.
Speaking of the French, the most wonderful movie found its way to me this weekend. About 3 weeks ago I very randomly and for no particular reason started thinking of the movie Amelie. Don't ask me why but it was just sitting at the back of my mind nagging me the way men's smelly feet do. Sniff sniff. Do you smell something? Yeah, kinda like that. But not in the bad knock your boyfriend over the head way. In the good 'I think I'll make popcorn and do nothing all weekend but watch this wonderful movie and feel like a million bucks' way. And then I found myself at this French soiree talking about movies with someone named Pierre. It was all very surreal, so after encouragement from my new-found French friends I picked it up Saturday night.
This movie is officially the best movie I've seen all year. The cinematography was breath-taking, the actors were interesting and quirky, the story was heart-warming, and I literally felt like a million bucks at the end of the movie was I wiped the tears off my pillow *sniff*. Definitely not a movie for everyone, but this is a movie I wish I had written and shot. It was simply delightful and perfect in every way.
Alright alright alright already. Miss Sappypants is getting back to work. Anyone else gonna be around this holiday week besides me?
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Ryan may be working on Thanksgiving so yeah I'll be stuck with my family. And I was going to ask about your word count, but hell mine hasn't changed either.