My Uninteresting Life

When I started this blog at the beginning of Nano, it gave the writing here a certain focus. But now that it’s the middle of December, I’m running out of material. On the reg, my life isn’t that interesting. I mean, it is to me, but when I excitedly tell my Life Stories to people, I quickly realize how uninteresting they are.

Allow me to give you some examples. The Big News of my Life in the past two weeks are as such:

• The Mormons still haven’t come back to trim my cat’s nails (this is what I get for saying, “No, thank you.”)
• I think my work stopped carrying Coconut Cherry Bomb cookies, which is infuriating but it might be in my favor because if I kept buying them, I would eventually have had to buy bigger clothes.
• I discovered the taste of Licorice Mint tea is reminiscent of Coca Cola.
• I meant it when I tweeted that Drunk Kathryn was on a time-out until Mercury was no longer retrograde, but she managed to get out anyway. Which turned out to be fine, because she tried to start a mosh pit while a folk band was playing, and I think this is my new proudest moment. Thanks, Drunk Kathryn.
• Saffron pulled off Bartleby’s collar while I was asleep in my Papasan chair, and I still can’t find it.

Camp Nano starts April first. I’m planning to take a whack at it (Sophia might be joining me). Therefore, if Nano is what makes me life interesting, I have about fifteen weeks to pretend like my life is interesting enough to write about. I may dredge my memory for shit that happened in the past that’s Actually Interesting, but it might be a stretch. Then again, if I keep it up, the stretching will come in handy while I’m trying to make a 50,000 word count during the month of April.