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Beautiful Sumptiousness
“How many words?” my husband asked when he came downstairs from reading a book. I’d only left him 30 minutes earlier. I checked my word count. Wow. “900” He is not a writer, but he has been following my progress, so that he knows approximately what these words usually cost in time and effort. He…
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Taking for granted our own abilities
Just now, as I punched my glass into the water dispenser, I thought to myself, “I guess I’ll be having my water with no ice right now.” Baby was asleep, and I didn’t want to wake him. The ice dispenser in our refrigerator is loud, and has woken him up on occasion. And then it…
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Cute Crawlies
What do primative mothers do with their children crawling on the ground? Are babies drawn to little, teeny tiny things, especially ones that move, because consuming little beasties gave them nutrition? Is that why babies start to wean to food sources other than the breast naturally around the same time they would start crawling? What…
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Should I Stay or Should I Go?
I came to my computer today to find that somehow, 1300 words had been eaten up, destroyed, banished to the existential ether. The counter to the right (11592) reflects that loss. On top of that, my schedule, as I knew it would be, is insane right now. Under normal circumstances, this is rough month anyway.…
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Made my Goal
Some, well, quite a bit of my prose in this venture is pure junk. But I’m actually happy with what is going on with the characters. One thing though, I’ve got to stop introducing new characters. There is really something to be said for this kind of writing. If I were writing about real events…
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Growing up
It has come to pass recently that I became the mother of a teenager. And my mother in law is moving in the middle of this month. (Please reference, again, the title of a recent post “Am I Insane?” and my question “What in Valhalla was I thinking when I signed up to do NaNo?”…
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Weeee
I was going to write a lot once I got the baby down, but I fell asleep and woke up at 2:00 am. I got to my goal for the day, though, and am at a good stopping point. IOW, I don’t know what exactly is going to happen next. Another excerpt: She’d always said…
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Guess the Genre
And so it begins. Not my best opening lines, but they exist, at least. So, what genre do you think I’m writing? “And I still can’t believe some women still use cloth diapers,†Heather said. “Oh, I know. I remember my mom had to swish them around the toilet, and the stink!†replied Candice. “I…
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All Wet
How does the water get from the mountains (in my case, living in a valley) to my tap? Is electricity involved anywhere in the process? For that matter, how does the sewage system work once the toilet has been flushed and its contents have happily found its way out of my house?
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I am insane
The graphic on the right says it all. I decided to do this today. I don’t have any idea what I will write. No plot. No characters yet. Not even a genre. Blog entries this month will be excerpts from the novel. Oh, and my question of the day: What in Valhalla am I thinking?