The abject terror of failure does not smell like cloves

Although I've always been against the Sinister Infiltration of the Australian Culture by our American Imperialist Overlords, I am all for our adoption of Thanksgiving (although not its destruction of Native Peoples undertones). This is for two reasons:

1. My American friends have made me like pumpkin pie (and pumpkin brownies. Who would have thought it would be delicious? Here pumpkin is a savoury). Also it is a holiday solely revolving around FOOD, which is a concept I can firmly get behind.
2. How the crap am I meant to get my novel done without a long weekend at the end of this week?? Seriously. My daily required wordcount is getting so large as to be positively staggering.

RAH

I am writing my NaNo in Google Docs, and it is currently entering multiple line breaks (not just spaces) between all my paragraphs.





You know, so it looks like this.





Which makes it really hard to read over what you've done in the last few paragraphs.





      Also they're adding in mysterious spaces at the beginnings of lines that I did not put in there.






I AM FULL OF RAGE.





In other news, I have Important Stuff to blog about, that happened to me at my sister's Speech Night of all things (last night). Now: to bed.