Probably because I can’t spell it… I originally posted this with the word spelled Tehcnology. Yeah. That’s me. Cate-onese. So, anyway, since I have no idea how RSS feeds work and that, I thought I should amend this little entry to admit I can’t spell worth a darn. Or type, either.
Back to your regularly scheduled blog…
I sat here for about a half hour last night tapping out a lovely blog for you. It was all about how I didn’t finish NaNo and how it’s just not for me anymore. Yes. I was waxing poetic about my hay day of NaNo. 2002 was the most fun I’d ever had writing. That was four years and five novels ago. NaNo and me… we’ve officially split. Call the tabloids, ’cause it’s over.
Anyway, I went on and on about that for a while, then tried to post it. At that point, my browser did the Macarena and refused to post anything. Then it dumped my post. One would think that would teach me to compose a blog on the webpage, but guess what I’m doing right now. Yeah, I’m slow.
But you have the basics there. NaNo. Me. Over. Can I write 50K in a month? If I wanted to. But somehow I think my process has evolved. And apparently that evolution involves using my plot as a sleep aid. Better than Ny-Tol, I’m telling you.
The darling hubby was snoring like a freight train last night… or something that makes a huge amount of odd noises. He didn’t start right away. No. He let me just get to that almost asleep phrase where your brain goes, “I need to pay the light bill tomorrow… with ponies. All the pretty ponies. They’re pink and wearing tutus…zzzzz.” And then from the other side of the bed…
So much for pretty ponies. But they annoyed me anyway, so I could live without them. But what was really getting on my nerves was the “bluurrppp wheeeeze,” that was coming repeatedly from beside me. I poked the hubby and said, “Can you snore any louder, ‘casue if you can, I need to get the guy from Guinness on the phone.” To which he replied, “Sngunawah.” So much for shutting him up.
Since I obviously was not going to be sleeping anytime soon, I decided I was going to close my eyes and think through where I wanted to take Isabelle, Rex and Michael in my next chapter. (She’s right now stuck in a holding cell with a hooker named Talaya and a mousey housefrau who ice picked her husband. Cliche much?) This lasted for all of about 15 minutes before I was out like a light, bluurrppp wheeeeze and all. Hope that’s not an indication of what my readers would do.
If I had any.
On the bigger and better news front, got three letters in the mail this weekend addressed “To the Parents of..’ fill in the blank with name of kiddo. I panicked for just a few moments, then realized what had happened. All three of the little suckers got Student of the Month this month. I get to go to an assembly on Friday and hear about how wonderful my kids are. All I can say is this proves each one of the little terrors have multiple personalities. But hey, at least they use the good one at school!