November 30, 2007

I'm not a fast writer

I ended the month with only 14,165 words. Its more than I ever wrote for anything. Next year I think I will do more planning. I'm still debating whether or not to finish my novel. I know a lot of you guys are writers. What do you do if your book seems boring? If you just can't come up with something that would be "really exciting" for them to do next. Do you just start on a new idea or keep pushing?

Part of me just wants to finish and get to the 50k mark just so I can prove to myself that I can. The other side would rather scrub the bathtub. I don't know which one will win.

November 19, 2007

November is Really

Not just National Novel Writing Month, but I think it should also be
• National Clean your Keyboard Month
• National Catch up with Friends Month
• National Play Lego Star Wars Month
• National Think about Finishing Thank You Notes from your Wedding Month
• National Watch TV Month
• National Play on Facebook / Myspace Month
• National make Extravagant Dinner Month (I haven't done this one, but thought about it)
• National Comment on other People's Blogs Month
• National Do Anything but Write your Novel Month

I am very behind in my words. I'm considering taking a vacation day from work and chaining myself to the computer with no internet, just so I can hit that 50,000 word mark by the 30th.

November 16, 2007

Grocery Shopping

I went to the grocery store for like the first time in 3 weeks. Is that bad? We got a Mom casserole that we ate for a while. Then I been sick with a cold so we got another Mom casserole. I've been such a slacker wife, but last night I finally made it to the grocery store.

As a teen, I always hated when my mom would make me go with her. I love shopping and I love my mom, I even love shopping with my mom. Just not for food. Now I have to go. Its either that or die of starvation. It really hasn't been too bad. I stand in front of the meat section and consider (for a good 5 minutes) if I have any idea of how to make it into something edible. If I can come up with something, into the cart it goes. If not, it remains on the shelf.

So I went to the store last night, list and coupons in hand, all ready to do a fabulous job of stocking the frige and pantry. I managed to get a decent parking spot, but as soon as I walked into the store and had to walk all the way to the back of the cart room, I knew I might be in trouble. The store was so crowded and I do not like being in crowds. It would take a me good 5 minutes to navigate through an aisle. I was good and did not run over anyone or ram into their cart. If you managed to find what you needed and there was no one standing directly in front of it, you were quite lucky. I think that everyone must have been at the store rather than watching the Thursday night must see TV.

Note to self: If the grocery store runs a "spend $50 get $10 off your purchase" deal the week before Thanksgiving. Go super early or super late or visit Mom.

November 14, 2007

The Return of Jet Black

I got my car back. I have really missed him. Wednesday of last week, he got his tires adjusted, so I can once again drive in a straight line. Then Friday we dropped him off, so he could get his heater fixed. It wasn't working last winter and I was freezing. I kept some gloves in the car, just because the steering wheel was always so cold. He was supposed to be ready for me on Saturday, but he needed an extra part. So he stayed at the mechanic shop.

I drove the red car to work on Sunday. It took a while to get things adjusted to fit me. Levi is a lot bigger and I can never reach the pedals when I first get into his car. I made it to and from work without any problems. Monday however the car decided it missed Levi and didn't want to spend any more time with me behind its wheel.

I got into the car and tried to turn the key, but it would not turn. I tried every trick I could think of. I jiggled it. I took it out and flipped it over and it still would not turn. 10 minutes later I seriously considered not going to work. The car hates me. when I was just about to give up, the key finally turned and I started the car.

I am so glad to have own car back. Jet Black always starts, he even has heat now. Plus, since he came back from the shop the radio is working again. Woot!!

November 8, 2007


I am not a music killer. I know I do not sing well, but it is really fair of my car to silence yet another radio to quiet my singing? This morning I climbed into my car and when I reached over to tune on some tunes, I saw no light on the radio. Not even the clock was shining on the screen. I called my husband. He had been the last to drive my car last night. We got the tires aligned. Now I no longer have to feel like a drunk person driving down the highway, because my car did not want to go straight. Anyways, he doesn't remember it not working. I know it worked yesterday afternoon, because I was really excited when my new favorite song came on the radio.

I really need to practice my cello, so I can play this song. So pretty.

November 2, 2007

NaNoWriMo 2007

Guess what? Is that time again, where I get to pretend like I am an author. I'm writing a book called "Playing the Game". At least, thats what it is called right now. It could change. We will see.

I'm going to post the first part, feel free to give me feedback. If you think its boring, let me know. If you have any ideas comment. I am open to suggestion. Since I am a "pantser" (No outline, no planning, writing by the seat of my pants). The characters themselves are telling me whats going to happen as I write.


As he signed his name to the paper, he had no idea how much this was going to change him. When he first ran across this website, he was a bit skeptical. But the idea intrigued him. He spent some time on the message boards, getting to know other people in the game. They told him of their adventures of how much fun it was. He was hooked.

As a little boy Ben loved adventure movies. You would always see him out in the back yard playing. After he saw his first John Wayne movie he was a cowboy. He chased Indians, he chased bank robbers and he always rescued the lady. When his class studied the civil war at school he decided he would be a soldier. He would dash through the confederate lines to capture the fort or sneak people into his house as a stop on the Underground Railroad.

Men like Indian Jones, John Wayne, and even Jason Bourne were his heroes. Ben loved adventure and he loved his adventure moves. He could quote them forward and backward. His dream job was to be an undercover agent for whatever three letter organization would hire him. Unfortunately, he felt trapped in an average life, working an average job in an average town. All his fierce fantasies of being manly and stopping the bad guys were only in his head.

This was his motivation for signing up. This Game allowed people to become something more than Joe Ordinary. They gave you a chance to be something special. Ben wanted to find the treasure and go undercover to save the princess. He wasn’t entirely sure how this game would work. Even after talking to others that participated, no one gave him an exact answer. He knew he would get assignments, with instructions on how to complete them. What these assignments were he had yet to figure out. One person compared it to geo-catching. Another said it was more like a murder mystery weekend. You never know what kind of game you will be given.

While at the main office, they took his fingerprints, mug shots, and had him answer many questions about his personal life. He had to give them his weekly schedule. They wanted to know his best friends, his favorite movies, his fears. He felt almost like a criminal. Why did they need to know whether he liked dogs or cats? When they asked if he had a girlfriend or any crushes, he almost left. He’s had feelings for Megan for years, but no way did he want to tell them. It was not any of their business, but of course he told them. They said, none of his personal information would be given out, but they needed to know him. How else could they make his game the best it could be?

He was issued an ID card and told that, he would be contacted soon with instructions. After such an intense session with the group, he expected more definite instructions. On the drive home, he started imagining what his first assignment would be. Maybe he would get to wander through the forest hunting for clues to the hideout of the criminal Robby Robber. First, he’d get some good hiking boots. Then he would read up on Indian trail secrets. Next, he would plan his attack…