20,000 words and counting woohoohoo!
Had a write-in last night -lots of fun, probably too much goofing off, but hey, we all at least got some words written.
I got my NaNoWriMo poster for being a municipal liason (awesome.)
And some tatoos to distribute to my WriMos (double awesome.)
Onward and upward - I'm not too far off from the halfway mark!
Well crap.
I ended the last chapter with a dead body found at the museum, and pulled this from the writing excercise generator this morning:
*The story (chapter in my case) takes place a century in the future*
YIKES! Okay, so we're veering off the murder mystery track my story had been taken and heading into the territory of time travel, apparently...
Okay, off to go figure something out.
Here's where I'm generating my challenges:
http://www.seventhsanctum.com
Fun site!
Oh yea - I'm at 11,000 words! (out of 50,000)
EDITED TO ADD: All righty then - two time traveling frogs later, and we are at 13,397 words. I'm thinking I would like to try to get to 15,000 by the end of the day. Go me! Okay, now I really need to get to making beads for my craftshow next week, instead of writing insane amounts of fiction. (And hey, I don't totally hate my novel yet, so YAY!)
And we are at 5000! Woo hoo!
http://www.nanowrimo.org
For those of you who have no idea what I'm blathering on about. I'm trying to get a bit of a lead in my word count, so that Thanksgiving vacation and the two craft shows I'm doing this month don't totally knock me out.
I like my first chapter (finished yesterday) and am currently bored out of my skull by my second chapter. Ah well, I'm hoping that my boredom will at least inspire me to get the dang thing written and done with, so I don't have to deal with it anymore...
I know, I know, haven't updated in like forever!
Been up to my eyeballs with teaching dance and acting classes, gearing up to direct Vagina Monologues in February (first read-through today. yay!) doing craft shows, getting pictures taken of my daughter's bones (she fell skating - nothing broken, whew!) and spending time reading/playing/learning with the kids.
Just a quick post to say that this:
http://www.pregnancystore.com/zaky.htm
Is, um....really really creepy!
I just used my actual hands to comfort my kids... And suggesting new moms take them to the hospital, so that the nurse can "put them with the baby in the nursery? Ugh, Ugh, and double-ugh. I realize I'm very lucky that my children were healthy at birth, but I cannot imagine being seperated for any length of time from a brand new baby!
Took Bannanarama out to lunch, and to look at Halloween decorations two days ago.
First time we had gone on an outing since the public schools started up once again. It was....slightly disturbing, that the only other children about were very young ones. Felt entirely like some apocolyptic B-movie scenario to me - "WHERE HAVE ALL THE CHILDREN GONE?" And then when they started drifting into the store after the school's release time, they were just so, so, wound-up and hyper. (And my patience for high-spirits in children is really rather ridiculously large - I willingly spend time with kids wearing shoes actually designed to make them noisier, after all!)
It just doesn't seem at all healthy to me, to lock our children away from actual, real life for large portions of their day. Not for them, and not for adults either. (Children and teenagers are just fellow human beings - not aliens from whom we must run to avoid contamination at all costs!)
Goodbye Steve, we'll miss you...
I've always enjoyed watching the Crocodile Hunter - Steve Irwin was just always so passionate, full of zest for life, and absolutely loved what he did. A good example for those of us who wish to really live our lives, fully and completely. My thoughts are with his family right now, I hope they can take comfort in the fact that he died doing what he loved, and had a *really* good life.
Why I haven't been posting much:
This is what we will be working on all weekend, so that it looks like an actual dance studio by Tuesday, when we have our first day of registration and a Mom/Pop/Tot trial class. I'm getting excited - I am sooooo ready to boogie!:)
Could we please grow up?
Baby Talk dares to show an actual mom, actually nourishing her child!!
Eww! Oh no! A picture of a breast being used for its intended, awesome, nourishing purpose! Run away! (And definitely don't let your thirteen year old son be clued in to the fact that, um, those boobies hanging off the front of women actually have a reason for exsisting, other than to give him some sort of cheap thrill...
Gah, the whole oversexualization of the breasts in this culture drives me absolutely insane.
Of course, I was not only an indiscrete and unashamed breastfeeder, I was also one of those "freaky" extended nursers, too....
Yesterday was just such a ....MONDAY! urgh.
Woke up bright and shiny early to put sandwhiches together for hubby's lunch, feed all the animals, sweep and mop the floor, load the dishwasher, etc. After I've done that, I get to sit down with my coffee (mmm..with raspberry hot chocolate in!) and check email, message boards, etc.) Oh, Did I mention that I saw note one, not two, but THREE earwigs as a I swept the floor - and that earwigs are my very least favorite insect ever? (And I like bugs, I do - but earwigs just creep me out, and I can't seem to get over it.)
I then go to take some garbage out and open the door, to find that my kitty (well, one of my kitties) has left me a surprise! A present! A gift! Now, I really wish that a cat's idea of a wonderful present wasn't, well, ya'know, something dead. (poor little bird!) I sigh, go grab the dust pan so I can dispose of the poor critter, knock it over as I go to pick it up, and realize the thing has been sitting there for awhile, and so is ewww....crawling with ants. Get that dealt with.
Children arise, get fed, get bathed, etc. Piano lessons are in the afternoon. I'm thinking "Why didn't I just switch to morning lessons last week?" as we all get piled into the van and I cross my fingers that the gas in the tank will be sufficient to get us across town. We get about six blocks from the house, when one child says "Did we get the piano books?" and the other child says, "I thought you got the piano books." Sigh. Turn around, head back home, dash in and grab the piano books, give the piano teacher a call to say "We'll be there, but we'll be late" Head back out, now I'm really not sure the gas we have left will get us there, so we stop by the gas station where I fight with the "Pay at the Pump" option before actually getting fuel to the vehicle. Then, once we're all done with lessons (For which my children aren't all that prepared for - they've been distracted by visiting cousins) I drive home in not only the heat, but also the 5:00 traffic rush. And I don't like driving at the best of times.
Whew! What fun.
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