Failure?

The first thing that popped into my head when I thought about writing this post was that I failed. I feel like I did absolutely nothing this weekend. Let me break it down for you: I watched Les Mis for two hours and forty minutes, and then discovered the wonderful world of Once Upon a Time. I'm not ashamed to admit that I watched all 22 episodes this weekend (okay, maybe a little ashamed). But then I took a look at the statistics and saw that I had written 10,000 words and completed about three chapters. So, look what happens when I'm left on my own!

That's really all that's been going on...and that's kind of nice. I'm reading A Game of Thrones, so I can finally get to the stupid show. All because I caught a glimpse of Kit Harrington and thought, hm, doesn't he look nice. Along with all the other lame shows I'm pretending not to like (Bates Motel, The Carrie Diaries, The Vampire Diaries, just to name a few), it feels that this book is never going to get done! I'm keeping my fingers crossed for before my birthday in ten days...Uh-oh.