I blame Rob Ziegler.
The first thing you should know is that I normally don’t drink much.
Anyway, Rob was hard-timing me about the YA novel I was supposed to finish months ago and I was thinking about NaNoWriMo and I (reportedly, I was a little drunk) said, “If I don’t finish this book by December 1st, I’ll buy you something.”
Somehow, something became a bottle of Lagavulin.
Lagavulin, in case you’re not classy, turns out to be EIGHTY DOLLAR SCOTCH WHISKEY.
If I were smart, I would’ve told Rob that drunk email contracts aren’t binding and it wasn’t fair anyway because I thought Lagavulin was some sort of fruity wine.
And I (perfectly sober) said, “Fine, I’ll do that, Bill Shunn!”
I’m pretty sure he smirked.
Still, I find myself encumbered with at least $250 worth of alcohol bets.
But, screw it. I’ll just finish the book, right? We’re talking about 45,000 to 60,000 words in the next month. That’s basically NaNoWriMo anyway. Peice of cake.
Of course I’ll be whining about this all month. Updates to follow.