Is anyone interested in trying a little thing with me? I’m at the knife-edge of my wits these days (I know that is in no way hard to believe) and I actually think that if I manage to squeeze in 30 minutes of writing time I may increase the will to go on. (I’m not suicidal. I don’t need an intervention. Just a nap and possibly a wife, but that’s a post for another day.)
Category: NaNoWriMo (page 1 of 2)
I am losing my mind.
Hey, it’s a quote from Husband!*
In honor of the fact that this is my 250th post, I am absolutely not going to tell you 250 possibly interesting (or possibly not) things. I am not going to give away 250 random items I have sitting around my house. I am not going to spam 250 people and ask them to read my blog (because I don’t know how). I am not going to do any of that. I am going to give you… (drumroll, please) another RRO mini-excerpt.
Mom pulls her new toy, a talking GPS directions-thingie up close to her eyes. “Turn right here. No, here. Sarah, you missed it. Now Mildred’s recalibrating.” I swear if I hear the polite British GPS voice, which, yes – Mom named, tell me one more time that she’s recalibrating, I’ll chuck her right out the window.
“It’s okay, Mom. There’s another entrance to the parking lot.” I point ahead half a block and turn into the lot between two huge trees. It’s almost over, I tell myself. And then somehow you’ll miss this.
Try me, I respond.
I know, right? We can hardly wait. So, I have some good news about that. The Lovely Editor (whom we shall call Lids because I have a small typing handicap and it feels so much like Lisa – she understands and so should you) has recently let me know that My Ridiculous Romantic Obsessions is at press this week. THIS WEEK, people.
So it looks like we might have an earlier-than-expected release date, too. Yip!
I’ve been writing a fight – not physical, and not even an argument. It’s a silent avoidance, and sometimes those can be the most painful. Someone is keeping a secret. Someone else makes (totally incorrect) assumptions. Everyone feels bad, bad.
Are you a confronter? Or an avoider? What about the people in your house? Same as you, or different?
And, if you care: Here’s a little NaNo update: I’m at 15, 771 this morning!
Blog O’ Random, coming at you.
* Bathrooms don’t actually clean themselves. However, the amount of time you spend in your house in inversely proportional to the number of times someone says, “Hey, what’s that smell?”
* 2500 words in a day is a lot to write. But dialog makes those words come faster.
* Sick little boys who would rather be coughing in Kindergarten than watching “Newsies” in my bed = Massive Cuteness.
* It would be cool to have Personal Assistants/ Vice-Beccas / Counselors for every aspect of my life.
* The community theater production of “Annie, Get Your Gun” premiers tonight. I have to put some curlers in my hair.
* Husband is emailing occasional photos of handsome Islander men from his work trip to Hawaii. The photos are not directed to me. But I still manage to find them. Because I routinely read the Kids’ email.
* I haven’t had a professional haircut in more than 19 months. This should probably be remedied.
* Contrary to popular opinion, I am not addicted to edamame. I could quit any time I wanted to.
* My dad’s birthday (64) is later this month. I have no good ideas for gifts, and only partly because he’s not a “things” kind of guy.
* NaNoWriMo is not conducive to exercise. Or maybe it’s just the valid excuse I’ve been looking for.
*Okay, time to tackle those bathrooms. And those 2500 words. (And go read some blogs – later. Maybe.)
It is. A good morning, I mean. One thousand words down pre-Kid-wake-up. Plus some research. And do you know what I am finding? In that research? That symptoms of just about any disease or emotional disorder or abuse can be confused with all the others. Which is good for purposes of this novel, but tricky in life.
I hit about 800 words before kids are up this morning. Be back later…