Today is the second day of NaNoWriMo. The time of year where writers, both aspiring and published, sit down and devote all their time to writing. No need for housework, grocery shopping, or hair brushing, we need to get the words out!
Okay, that might be a little extreme 
But yes, it’s time to “write a novel in a month”. That statement is only slightly misleading- like saying you’re a virgin after you nailed the star quarterback. See, semantics!
You’re not writing a novel in a month- you’re writing a very rough draft in a month. Or half a rough draft, in some cases. But NaNoWriMo is designed to be the boot in the ass you need to get started writing your masterpiece.
I’m doing half a NaNo this year, only 25,000 words instead of 50,000. Since it’s just me and Thunder Butt, you’d think I could ignore all things and write all the time. After all, no one is here to really complain about unswept floors or dirty dishes in the sink. Or the fact I’m living off of nothing but coffee and Milk Duds.
Thunder Butt would gladly ignore all of that, as long as she still gets everything she wants. And I cannot ignore dirt. After all the years of my mother harping on me to clean my room, it finally sunk in. There’s also yard work, taking out trash, all that fun stuff that I can usually regulate to Husband… but he’s not here right now. So, it all falls to me.
Add in that I’ve still got some Christmas gifts to make, and you see my dilemma.
But, I figured that 1,000 to 1,500 words a day is a good goal. It’s the one I set for myself during normal writing time, and it leaves me feeling like I’ve done well to add to the story and it doesn’t have me wanting to rip my hair out. Which we all know is never a good thing.
Mention of hair, I finally got around to getting mine cut. It had been about 18 months since my last trim, and I was starting to get neck pain from the weight of my ponytail pulling my head back. Depending on where you measure from, I lost anywhere from four to eight inches of hair, and my head feels about five pounds lighter. This is the first time I’ve had layers since… oh wow, 2004. If I manage to take a decent picture of it, I’ll show you.
And Thunder Butt gave me a horrible scare yesterday while we were out with FRG Leader and her two dogs, Keylime and Army Girl. We had stopped off in an old field were many people run their dogs, and the two younger ones (Thunder Butt and Keylime) were playing together when FRG Leader threw a stick. I don’t know if you’ve ever been around Labs, but sticks are like crack. They musthave the stick. Thunder Butt got it first, and in the resulting battle with Keylime, her tongue was nicked. When a dog gets hot, their tongue swells with blood and flops out of the mouth due to the increased blood flow. Which is why you can see their tongue go from rose pink to apple red during a game of fetch.
Thunder Butt was bleeding everywhere, at least in my eyes. FRG Leader very calmly looked over Thunder Butt’s mouth (seriously, blood all over, red teeth, red drool dripping off her tongue, red spots all over her tongue, I was terrified my dog was going to bleed to death from a damn nick on her tongue) and proclaimed it was nothing major. My hands were shaking and I was sure my hair had just gone completely gray.
Thunder Butt, of course, is fine. I’m still checking her to make sure she’s not bleeding. While working to hit my word count and figuring out what I can make for dinner tonight.
It’s probably a good thing I’m not going for 50K words- something would have to give, and I’m pretty sure it’d be my sanity.
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