Good Morning! So we made it home with only encountering a
few flurries along the way. I actually saw more snow last night driving my
youngest daughter to a birthday party then I did driving home from Vermont. I
am glad we left when we did though. One of my daughter’s housemates sent her a
snap chat of their dorm with a pretty good covering of snow, and another one of
him with a pretty good covering of snow.
Sadly, I have come to the realization today I probably will
not hit my goal for NaNoWriMo this time. I have only six days left and twelve
thousand words to go, and I have no idea how I will be able to do them and
prepare for Thanksgiving all at the same time. This does not mean I am giving
up. Whatever spare minutes I can sneak, I will spend writing. When the girls
are out shopping on Friday, I plan on chaining myself to the chair and writing.
Unfortunately on Friday my husband is home as well, so I’m really not sure if I’ll
be able to get much work done then either because I’m sure he’ll be pestering
me to clean up for the party we’re having on Saturday.
We are having our annual tree trimming party on Saturday.
Every year we shoot for the first Saturday of Chanukah to put up our tree,
unless Chanukah happens to fall really late. It’s a tradition that started in
our family quite by accident well over a decade ago. One of my dearest friends
happens to be Jewish, but she loves decorating Christmas trees, so I invited
her over for dinner and to decorate our tree. It was a Saturday and it was the
second or third night of Chanukah, so since my girlfriend’s family wasn’t
around, I thought I would surprise her by making potato pancakes for dinner.
She was thrilled. We had a blast and made some good memories.
The following year, purely by chance and not design, the
same thing happened. We were putting up our tree during Chanukah, my friend
came over again, and I made potato pancakes because it was Chanukah. Now, I
believe this is our seventeenth year, the tree trimming party has grown to
include friends of various religions and family. I still make potato pancakes,
although now it’s ten pounds of potatoes instead of five. We have a blast, and
we make more good memories. Oh yeah, and my tree gets decorated.
Maybe I’ll start setting my alarm for 4:00am for the next
three days as well, instead of getting up at 5:00 am. This will give me an
extra hour to write, an hour which my husband can’t complain I’m not cleaning.
Sorry, for swinging back to this, but I’m still trying to figure out a way to
get to my goal. If I say I’m going to do something, then dang it, I will do
everything in my power to do it. I can’t stand falling short of a goal.
Don’t get me wrong, Faerie Tale Queen will get finished. I
never had any delusion of actually completing the book in a month, because it
will take far more than 50K words to finish the story. The question is, whether
or not I will be able to hit the 50K goal by November 30th.
Well, I have forty-five minutes before I need to start
getting ready for church, so I had better use every second efficiently and get
writing. I hope you have a wonderful day and happy writing!
Your Last Challenge
was:
“See, I told you I wasn’t lying.” Camie
whispered. “It’s right there, just like I said.”
Joey peaked around the bush, “Whoa. Do you think anyone lives there?”
“I don’t know.” Camie repositioned
herself to get a better look. “Do you want to go and find out?”
“What do you want to do? Just go up and
knock on the door?”
“I don’t know. Maybe?”
“Are you crazy? What if an axe murderer
or something lives in there?”
Camie rolled her eyes, “Like an axe
murderer would be living there. Now who’s crazy?”
“Well I’m not going anywhere near the
place, and neither should you.” Joey insisted. “Come on we should go.” Camie’s
eyes widened and she began to rise, but Joey pulled her back down behind the
bush, “What are you doing?”
“Look the door is opening and there’s
an old woman coming out.” Camie whispered again.
“Who’s there? Timmy, is that you?
Timmy, have you come home? Timmy?” The woman called.
“Oh Joey, she sounds so sad.”
Joey moved a branch so he could get a
clearer view of the house. “What are you talking about? I don’t see anyone.”
“She’s right there,” Camie pointed, “and
she’s calling for someone named Timmy.”
Camie rose, rounded the bush and walked
into the clearing. The woman turned and smiled at her. As Camie began walking
toward the woman, Joey grabbed her arm and spun her around. “What are you
doing?” He hissed.
“I just want to go and talk to her.”
“Dammit Camie, there’s no one there.
Let’s go.”
Your
Next Challenge is:
This year you are able to go home for Thanksgiving for the
first time in many years. When you get there, things feel just a little off…
You have 10 minutes (be honest). There is no right or wrong,
just write. Spelling and punctuation don’t count and NO ONE is allowed to
criticize what someone else has written. Go.
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