Monday, November 29, 2010


I did it! 50,199 words in twenty-nine days.

No holiday decorations yet

We will have to stay with the Thanksgiving motif for another 48 hours! I am at 45,466 words!

Thanks for checking in!

Thursday, November 18, 2010

The moment passed

Well, I am over my elation at reaching the halfway point of November and my Nano. I went from "Yahoo, I can do it", to "Uh-ph, what if I don't finish?" I know the real answer is that it doesn't matter to the universe if I finish or not, but I would be disappointed....and it is all about me isn't it? Oh no wait, maybe it's just me!

Also, I have been battling some sort of sinus nasty for almost a week, and my spirits are sinking so low that my new bra can't even lift them. I actually ran out of good lounging pajamas today, as that has been most of my wardrobe. Then, to top it all off, I missed a day of writing, and in an attempt to jump back in today, found myself writing about my fear of froads (frogs and toads--as if I get close enough to really know the difference!) I suppose having each of my children take turns being home with me for the past two days did a lot for me creatively.

Calgon--take me away, but can you bring dinner? Oh, and a laptop for me to use!

Monday, November 15, 2010

Meet me halfway!!!

Happy November 15th!!!!! If you are here, I am going to assume you have some vague interest in my current writing plight...It is 11:42 am and I am at 25,052 words! I think I will go get dressed now and join the living. I'd say more, but I have a wicked cramp in my wrist, and I am ever so tired of fixing typos today.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

And so it goes...

Well, it is day ten of Nanowrimo. The main evidence of this fact is not that I now walk around with a pipe wearing a cardigan sweater, or anything fancy like that. The status of our home is the tell-tale sign. Yesterday, I couldn't decide if I should get the vacuum cleaner out, or just rake the floor. Dust has become fairly commonplace around here, and we are big fans of nature, but leaves underfoot and in the dog's mouth were a definite hint that things were on the brink of getting out of control.

I have had something I'd like to discuss, but am afraid to type words not directly contributing to my 50,000 word goal. I have slipped behind the past two days, and am at just under 15,00o words (when I should be at just over 16,000). My son is on the computer I need to do that project on, so I thought I'd take a breather here for a bit. Before I commence with last week's public service announcement, I would like to comment on my decision to not attempt to write a fiction novel. I cannot take myself seriously enough to call what I am writing a memoir, and have come to realize that I am perhaps even less fascinating than I anticipated!

Moving on...I found a bottle of prescription antibiotics, belonging to my husband, one morning last week. I went to ask him what they were for, as I was instantly concerned for his health, figuring it must be something bad if he couldn't mention it to me (yes, of course...why wouldn't I assume it was no big deal and that is why it was not dinner conversation?!) So he tells me it's for his finger.

"Did you cut it?"
"What happened then?"

He then shows me his finger that has doubled in size, with the tip looking like hammer toe.

"OK, so what happened?"
"Infected from chewing it."
"Are you sure?" (Could be bone cancer...I don't know why I automatically go there...but at least I wasn't thinking out loud.)
"Yes, I'm sure."

I knew immediately why this news had not reached me sooner, as any traces of sympathy or concern left my body and were replaced by general taunting urges. Urges I could not suppress.

"Are you kidding me? That looks outrageous! Make sure to show your children as a warning against them chewing their fingers. Let me take a picture, as I have to post this PSA on facebook!"

I don't know why he didn't walk around with his hands in his pocket for a week after hiding the prescription bottle. It didn't look much better the last time I checked, but he is a big boy who can look after this issue on his own. Um, considering he is such a big boy he chewed his finger until it got infected,I should probably check again when he gets home from work.

I just appreciate the opportunity to use this material if I am a couple hundred words short on November 30th!