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The countdown has begun. It’s almost time for NaNoWriMo. Are you ready? Am I ready? Can I do this? Can you put up with me while I do it? Will my hubby get tired of my noveling and toss my Palm Pilot out the car window on I-94? Will my friends drop me because I would rather novel than go to wine club? (That would never happen! I’d always choose wine club over writing!) Will I have my word quota filled by November 11th so that I can go to Chicago shopping for the day? Will I run out of ideas? Will I turn into my main character? Will my main character haunt me in my dreams? Will I get writers block at the 40,000 word mark and not be able to wrap it up? Will someone break into my house and steal my story, then hold for ransom? Will I be able to pay the ransom?
Here’s the scoop.
All, or most, normal blogging on this blog will cease to exist starting tomorrow. I’m not making any promises, but I will attempt to visit other blogs, and leave comments as usual.
I’ll be sharing my novel here. My daily writing quota is 1666 words, however I’m planning on sharing what I write is smaller segments. This will give me the ability to go back and edit what I’ve written, in case my story changes along the way.
Comments are appreciated!!!!! If something sounds weird, let me know. If you laughed out loud, let me know. If my grammar is off, let me know. If you don’t think that what I’m writing is plausible, well, you can kindly keep that opinion to yourself……
Thanks a bunch for all the support so far!!! Y’all are the most kick-ass readers a blogger could ask for!
If NaNoWriMo is totally not your thing, then please visit my Question of the Day, no NaNo is going on over there. Just questions as usual…..
Tune in tomorrow, as National Novel Writing Month begins!
Do you workout?
You know, excercise? Well, do you?
I workout, but I didn’t always. I mean, I’m 36 years old and I’ve belonged to a gym since I was 18. I didn’t join to workout, I joined because it was something to do, a place to go when I didn’t have anywhere else to go. No date on a Friday night? No problem. I’m going to the gym.
Now I specifically belong to a gym so I can workout, and I go about four times a week. I used to do spinning classes (you know, the indoor cycling thing) twice a week, but now I run instead. I still lift weights 3-4 times a week, and do yoga. I recently added a killer ab workout to my routine.
Here’s the thing. I hate doing abs, but if I don’t do abs, they don’t get done, so now I make it a point to do abs each and every time I go. And I’m not doing wussy crunches either. Nope. I’m doing roman chairs, cable crunches, decline crunches, hanging knee raises, and ball pull-ins.
Anyhow, the other day I was thinking about my 18 years of going to the gym, and wondering if I’m a fitness fanatic?
What I get out of going to the gym has changed over the past 18 years. It used to be a place to be, and now it’s a place I yearn to be at. My entire weekend revolves around going to the Y.
I don’t come from a family of exercisers, I didn’t participate in any sports in school, nor did I want to. PhyEd class was my least favorite class of all. Yet, I completely enjoy working out: running, lifting weights, and riding my bike for 20-25 miles at a time.
Does that make me a fitness fanatic?
The movies
Excellent suggestions came from the brainstorm! I’m going to use a few for sure, and would like to say that I plan on putting the yellow chair in there for sure. I had planned on it all the time actually. Keep the ideas coming!
Now, about tonight. Hubby and I went to the movies. I need to preface this by saying that he always gets a big tub of popcorn and a diet coke. I don’t drink soda, so I always have a bottle of water, and a bag of plain M&M’s.
Since I have tons of Halloween candy here for treat or treat tomorrow, I grabbed a ziplock bag and tossed in a few a couple tootsie rolls, and three mini bags of M&M’s, and then stuck the bag in my purse.
We got to the movies, and we sat one seat away from this lady that my hubby has dubbed “The Spinster”. As soon as the movie started I took a sip of my water, and she looked at me. Not just a glance, but a complete turn of the head with a good five second stare.
Every time I took something from my purse, she looked at me. Even if it was only a tube of lip balm.
I wasn’t even being loud with my drinking, or the handling of the water bottle, or the opening of the M&M’s bags. One tiny little rip, and those bags were open, yet she freaking would not stop looking at me. Did she want me to share???
There came a point in the movie when I couldn’t take it any longer and turned and looked straight back at her. I had just opened my tootsie roll (which was the first thing I had opened in a good 30 minutes), she looked at me, and I looked at her. And then she said “hello” and smiled.
Okay, I think this Spinster is a little coo coo. I said “hi” and when back to watching the movies, but then she said “I’d like to try and hear a little of the movie”. I figured she could only mean that my tootsie roll wrapper was too loud for her, however no one else was complaining, so I couldn’t be sure. What did I do? I held the wrapper in front of me and crinkled it for about 10 seconds, smiled at her and then went back to watching the movie.
Geesh!
I was not making a ton of noise, and I while she may have had uber sensitive hearing, I don’t think that the rustling of a wrapper for a second or two while watching a movie is out of line.
Dear Spinster,
Get a grip lady. You should thank your lucky stars that you didn’t sit next to my Hubby during the movie, he chews his ice cubes, and doesn’t care who hears it. On the way home from the movies tonight he said that he should have farted for you. That would have been something to complain about for sure.
Sincerely, Indigo
Brainstorming with an alien & you
Someone call the FBI, I think my Hubby has been abducted and an alien has taken his place!
I came home last night to a fed child, laundry sorted and started, and the dishes in the dishwasher were put away. Okay, so they weren’t clean dishes, he didn’t notice that I hadn’t run the dishwasher yet, but let’s give Alien Hubby some slack.
By 8:30 p.m. Zoe was sound asleep. Alien Hubby and I were sitting on the sofa watching Survivor, sipping the last of the Toad Hollow Merlot (fabulous BTW!), while I typed NaNo ideas into my Palm Pilot (via the wireless keyboard).
Alien Hubby has offered some excellent ideas for the plot, and while he knows a lot more than you do, let’s have some fun here. My novel includes old wealth, a mansion with hidden panels, a female private eye who stumbles upon a secret…… and what else?
Do you have an idea and/or character to add to my brainstorm?
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Tech support
Today my wireless keyboard arrived for my Palm Pilot. I ordered it so that I could write my novel directly into my Palm, which doesn’t have internet access. This is a good thing because I seem to get distracted easily when it comes to the internet.
It never fails that I’ll be plugging along on the computer, when all of a sudden the blue gmail envelope lights up. Before you know it I’ve checked the lastest news, placed a few books on reserve at the library, looked up a few new recipes, and found a house for sale in the suburbs that would be perfect for my family.
See what I mean?
So, I got the keyboard software installed, and then my Palm went crazy on me, blinking “Palm” “Palm” “Palm” over and over again. It was as if it was on some deranged satanic reboot loop or something. It took me 45 minutes to find the phone number for tech support, and when I finally got through to them, the guy said he was going to transfer me …. hold the line please …. and then I got disconnected.
ARG!!!! Don’t you hate it when that happens?!?!
For what it’s worth, both are up and running at this point, but I was about to chuck them through my office window for a while there.
How was your day?
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