So if we consider the figures, I appear to be a slacker this weekend. No work on the NaNoWriMo novel. Early last week, I considered trying to hit 60,000 words by the 30th, but my conscience urged me to take the weekend off and finish up and edit a short story with a December 1st deadline. And I just did. I can't add any words to my official word count as I spent today in third draft territory and then line editing, but Dehydrated Human Heart is on its way to...Rejectionville. Hey, best to be prepared.
In other news, froze my butt off at a railway station this morning. After overnight babysitting duty for my niece and nephew and waking up to minus 4 degrees (brr! Still chipping the ice off my eyeballs), the train to Liverpool was cancelled and then the next was cancelled, and they only run every half hour. So, it was a trip across the road to the taxi station and an expensive journey home. I do love British transport.
In worse news, I fell asleep during the last fifteen minutes of Sweeny Todd. I hang my Tim Burton loving head in shame.