Fifty Thousand Seven Hundred and Five, Damn It!

I am sipping a very large glass of merlot to ease the ache in my wrists.

Check back tomorrow to find out where I posted my masterpiece.

Oh, No, Mr. Bill!

I slacked off over the holiday weekend and now I am behind. I am having anxiety attacks. Give me drugs. I told too many people I was doing this stupid thing and now I'd rather die than not get to 50,000 words. Give me drugs. I will be back on December 1st if I survive. Give me drugs. Man back in they 70's people would throw drugs at you. What's up people?

Why do they refer to criminals as gentleman, as in, "A gentleman broke into a house and shot all eighteen people living in the house." Did the definition change and no one told me?

And I nearly pissed myself. Guess what? Pamela Anderson has filed for divorce from Kid Rock. I can't imagine why that didn't last, can you? Friggin' hillbillies.

Gobble, Gobble, Gobble

This is my attack turkey, Charlie. He and I would like to wish everyone a Happy Thanksgiving now because I know many of you will not be around tomorrow, you've got to do the family thing. I understand. Really I do. But listen, I am off on Friday, so I’ll be writing and playing and reading and just generally doing what I want to do, which does NOT include shopping. So, maybe I’ll see some of you then.

My list of things I am particularly thankful for this year:

My new house, with a dishwasher (the first I’ve ever had.)
Selling my old house and still getting my price despite the housing crash. Everyone who has stopped by here over the last year to read the things I have written. You have no idea how astounded this makes me. And most keep coming back. I am amazed. Thank you.
Those of you who have checked on me this month while I try to finish NaNoWriMo and all of your very encouraging words.
The fact that I am able to do the things I love.
And last but not least, I want to say a huge thank you that I still have all of my family with me and everyone is relatively happy and healthy.

Here is a Thanksgiving Day Limerick:

It is time for us to have us some turkey
Which I think is just barely better than jerky
I wish you a Happy Thanksgiving
At least we are all still living
I admit my love for limericks is quirky.

As far as the November Novel is concerned, I topped 35,000 words last night. I added a giant, a treasure and another 17,000 characters. I have also decided that since everyone has been so kind and curious, I will post my masterpiece on December 1st, 2006 as a blog so we can all have a good 'ole chuckle. Boy, isn’t that something to anticipate.

And this is how I feel right now:

PS. I did respond to all of you lovely people who commented on my last post.

Sex, Sex, Sex

So far I have written 20,255, which is 252 more words than the 20,003 I needed by the end of today to stay on track.

Here’s a little summary of The Great American Novel, which is called Happenstance:

Thirty named characters so far, with a minimum of six more needed. Of these, three are already dead, two quite horribly.

Four named towns. I only highlight this because usually names get me stuck. I can procrastinate for weeks over finding the one perfect name for someone or someplace. By the time I find it I’ve forgotten what I am writing.

I have a midget, a slave, gay guys, and gory deaths. But there are no naked scenes (the two naked dead guys don’t count.) I’m saving the graphic sex for when I need a good laugh.

I think I just now picked my hero, but I may switch him with the one I thought would be the hero two days ago. I can choose from a lot of men before I’m done. Choice is a good thing.

My heroine has to choose a hero too and she can’t decide either, just like I can’t decide if this is a romance, a murder mystery or a romantic kill fest.

My bad guy is so well hidden so far that even I don’t know who he is.

I’ve done a dream scene, a story within the story, my dialogue sucks and I’ve used one form of is/was in almost every sentence I’ve written. But other than that, I’d say things are going along swimmingly.

A New Kind of Wordless Wednesday

Why do people like to talk to me? All day long, where ever I am people seek me out to tell me things. They talk and talk and talk. They tell me about their kids, they talk about their co-workers, they complain about their bosses and they detail their daily activities. My days are one long interruption by people who think I want to listen to every thing they have to say. They don’t even know I’m never listening. I’m always thinking about something else mostly because their stories are so boring.

Is it because I have developed the art of fake listening? I know when to nod, when to grunt some sort of response and I look at them (although I’m actually looking behind them over their right shoulders.)

If I told people I had no interest in them and only wanted to spend my time doing my own thing and concentrating on my own amazing thoughts, do you think they’d get mad? I wonder if I’d care if they got mad.

Can we make Wordless Wednesday a day where no one says any words to me? I always wanted to be a hermit. I’m getting back to liking this idea.

Total words needed to stay on track: 13336
Total word count to date: 13497

And I’m already cranking after eight days; this aught to be a great month.

I Vote for Peace

I vote for peace. I vote for listening to the other person before I speak. I vote trying to see things from the other person's point of view. I vote for counting to ten before I react.

If you are interested in giving peace a chance, check out Path to Peace. It won't hurt to look, maybe comment, possiblly vote.

Since I believe all things begin at home and one person can make a difference, I will actively support peace today. I pledge the following:

I will not call anyone an asshole today, even the drivers who cut me off or drive up my butt as I drive to work today.

I will not snip at my husband. I will consciously remember that he is a good man and let him know.

I will hug my daughter and refrain from telling her what to do.

I will not make snarky comments at work, I will listen to the opinions of others and validate their points of view.

I can do these things, really I can, at least for one day. What can you do for peace?

Total words needed to stay on track: 10,002 Total word count so far: 10,177.

We Have Liftoff

Between loads of laundry and cleaning out my studio, I have been writing on my NaNoWriMo novel and I am happy to annouce that I am ahead of schedule. I have written 8,449 words. That's 114 words more than I needed to finish by the end of day 5. You must average 1,667 words a day to hit the 50,000 word winner mark at the end of day 30.

And I am leaving off at a place where I will be sure to continue on with lots more words. I'm not saying they are very good words, but according to the NaNo people it's quantity not quality. I can get behind that.

Thank you all for your words of encouragement. I will need them as the month progresses, so stick with me please.

I am now off to read everyone's blogs as a reward for my hard work.

See you all there.

Busy, Busy, Busy

I am announcing my participation in NaNoWriMo and that since I didn't write anything yesterday, I am already 1666.66666 words behind.