I wish it could be more...

...but I only have time for 524 words today.

But! There should be much rejoicing because I figured out the thing that I couldn't figure out with the plot and now it's figured.  I will have to go through the whole darned thing to make the figured out stuff work, but I will do that at the same time I make my romantic hero Irish all the way through.

My main character's main squeeze is from somewhere on this map. Anyone know from where, exactly? His name is Ryan (for now). Do you know him? Do you know where he lives?

In other news...

Oh my gah! I just yawned so hard that I almost dislocated my jaw. Apparently that means I am tired and should start wrapping up my day and go to bed. But the internets! They are so shiny!

I'm looking forward to The Chef returning from Man Camp (where they hunt and drink and act manly) tomorrow.  If I go to bed now, his return will be that much closer. A week is a really long time!  Thankfully, that BFF of mine came and saved me from myself for a few days!

Two more weeks of school after this week, which is more than halfway done, so we can stop counting it. Two. More. Weeks.  And you know what that means!  The birthday countdown begins!

25 days until my birthday!

(Shop early; shop often)

XOXO

528 and a red hairring

Words.  528 words tonight.

But! This day was so incredibly productive, with some Christmas shopping and our most fabulous hairdresser coming over to make my hair even redder than it has ever been.  Deep delicious red. LOVE it. Also love that she comes over to the house rather than making us go to a salon like the commoners.

"Hello, Commoners... We don't go to the salon either."

So that's that.

Color me lucky and red, actually...

XOXO

I can't hear you...

...pumpkin pie. I can not hear that evil siren song of yours because you are in the trash in the barrel at the end of the driveway.

(Pssst. Say "hello" to the pumpkin pie for me!)

LALALALALALA

I can't hear you!

LALALA...Did you hear something?

XOXO

Today's word count

A mere 510 words on the Julia project*. I'm inching towards the end, like a tiny little inchworm.

Tomorrow's going to be better. I swear!

*By the way, the Hazel project is long done, in case you thought I abandoned her.  Oh no way. She is resting comfortably in an undisclosed location.

XOXO

The siren song of the pumpkin pie...

Pumpkin pie...



why must you beckon me from across the room?

I love you so much,

but I am so lazy.

Come to me, please.

XOXO

Five months and one day later...

Wheee! Look at me! This is like a pattern!

I downloaded/purchased this:

It will now be responsible for keeping me organized and keeping my characters from turning Irish with fifty pages to go.  You know how those crazy those rogue Irish characters can be! Earn your keep, Scrivener! Earn. Your. Keep.

XOXO

Five months later...

I swear, I've been thinking about you a lot. I really have. And I have lots and lots to tell you, except I'm feeling shy and awkward because its been so long. You know how that goes, right?

In bullets, because that seems like the easiest way to get through a bunch of it--the blogging equivilent of pages flying off a daily calendar in a movie.

Oh, and keep in mind that this is nowherenear a complete list.  In fact, it's just this past week...

• My son decided he is going to move to Missouri for his job.  I don't know if you know this, but Missouri is far away from Massachusetts, so far it is actually a place that I couldn't find on a map if hard-pressed. (Shut. Up.) This also involves much parental angst and staring off into space, not to mention map-Googling.
•  The Chef (with whom I now live--in sin!) is off shooting things in the woods for a week, after many shopping trips and errands and lists. I think much drinking will also be going on at Man Camp, although probably not at the same time as the shooting. (Not to be all girly, but I miss him.)
• I cooked my very first Thanksgiving dinner for eight people. No one died (that I know of). Pies were made! Bread baked! Turkey watched obsessively!
• I plotted out my next writing project (adult!), complete with character sketches and location descriptions and chapter outlines.  Can't wait to get to it! [This burst of genius brought to you by the mad brainstorming skillz of the best BFF ever.]  I've always been a pantser-type writer (as in flying by the seat of your pants) but this thinking about it beforehand might actually have some merit. I reserve my right to go back to winging it at any time.
• But first I must finish the current project, an adult chick-litty novel., which has not been plotted out except with some shady bullet points in my head.  This weekend I managed to pound out about 25 pages (with about that much more to go before much-needed revision--my romantic lead turned Irish about 40 pages ago; a little warning would have been nice).  I would have done more this weekend but there were too many snacks and leftovers that needed to be eaten and that takes TIME, people!

 Okay, I have to go. It's an hour past my bedtime; blogger is being stupid and I'm getting frustrated; I can't leave my main character literally standing in the middle of the street while I head off to bed. (That's just mean, especially since she's smack dab between a bakery and a cafe.) Oh, and I may need one more snack to cap off this Thanksgiving weekend.  The rest of it goes in the trash tomorrow. Swear!

XOXO

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