It’s time for the Fall/Halloween Portrait Parade. I simply HAD to show off my baby. I took these today, and just couldn’t wait to share them with you all. Please note the Laura Ingalls braids on a 2-year-old. I just about couldn’t stand it.
Aaaaargh. I’m getting stressed out about NaNoWriMo. It’s Friday. I haven’t gotten my plot outlined. My writing friend here where I live is waiting for the deadline, and I’m still trying to decide if I can summon up the gumption to actually write an outline. The kickoff party is tomorrow, and then I start writing Halloween night at midnight.
What is my problem? I just seem to be able to find SO many other preferable things to do at any given moment. Hence, the sporadic blog-posting. It all goes back, I guess, to what I had to say about why I write. I love the ideas, the imagining. I don’t so much love the actual moment of putting fingers to keyboard and creating something lasting. And yet I’m in love with the feeling of having written something.
Oh well. This time a month from now I either will or will not have finished. 
Until then, I’ll just focus on “bookin’ it.”
:)
In no uncertain terms, I now know that there is someone else around who can “fisk” things. She has learned to stand on the arm of the couch, and lean way to her left, holding on to the entertainment center, reach out one little pointer finger, and find the play button, re-starting her favorite DVDs when they end. And she cries out in a deep, gutteral growl for all to hear….
“I FISK IT!”
And in related childish news, I lost my mind at a play group today and we parents did a little experiement.
After listening to our kids follow each other in a circle for five minutes making an unremitting unharmonious sound “uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” (which sounded somewhat like a test of the emergency broadcast system,) I led the adults in our own version of the same thing, just to see what the kids would do.
I thought they’d come running to our side and join in the cool kids’ circle. No ma’am. They continued what they were doing with some slightly amused and indulgent smiles. They were just proud of us for catching on to where the real fun was to be had.
Amazing.
Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Today means now. At least it means now in toddler-speak. Fisk it means fix it. Fisk it today!?? Fix it now.
That’s what I got told when the DVD player froze the other day.
Why do I feel like that is the whole point of my existence, these days? My baby just seems to want me to fisk it. Fisk it all. If there’s no milk, or her diaper is wet, or she’s bored, or if Nemo isn’t found… I must fisk it.
Why can’t someone else fisk it for a day or two, I ask you?
It’s that time, ladies and gents. When wanna-be novelists everywhere gear up for a frenetic month of badly plotted, over-wordy noveling. Last year I heard of Nanowrimo.org through blogging buddies, was supported and given great advice by another (then-new) blogging buddy, and started a wild ride through attempting to write my first novel. It is as yet unfinished, but November — National Novel Writing Month is upon us, and this year I’m branching out from the fantasy I began last year, and I’m going for the gold with a Young Adult fiction about teens going to the High School I taught at for three years. No, the main character is not based on a true person, and yes, the teens have an insanely cool and young single French teacher who is indeed based on a true person.
Anyhoo… I just wanted to introduce you to what will most definitely be a very big part of this blog for the next month and a half, since I’ll be putting almost all my creative energy into the novel until 11/30. If you want to join me, head on over to Nanowrimo.org and sign up to write along with me. I’d love to share this amazing writing energy that flows into my world every November. I really have had a feeling for quite some time that most bloggers have a novel in them, waiting to be written down. This will get you going.
The goal, write 50,000 words of a novel in the month of November. Theoretically it will be a finished product, but actually, it’ll just be a really good start.
My novel is about a spunky, brainy girl named Sydney, a rich popular football player named Sheldon, and what happens when their worlds collide. I’ve almost decided on first person, which gave me this incredible sense of Sydney’s voice.
But that’s part of the challenge I have for you today. Tell me, what do you think of a personal first person style for a YA novel? And do you like first person present, or past. Pros and cons, people? I’d love some input. Stay tuned for a naming contest in my next post.
Reason #63 not to let your toddler go in the bathroom with you, even if she’s freaking out because you’re trying to make her go to bed in one of the upstairs bedrooms at the house you’re visiting for the evening:
(This post is not for the squeamish)
She just might–if you let her go in there with you to calm her frightened moaning–lean over and barf all over into your pants and underwear that are currently around your ankles while you’re peeing, and coincidentally while you’re a guest in someone else’s home.
That is, she might if she’s my kid, and if she has the stealth stomach flu which is waiting for this particularly awkward moment to make itself known to the world.
She might.
And I might die of humiliation calling for towels and a robe in my host’s house.
Or I might just barely survive to tell the tale.
And that, my friends, is reason #63.
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