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2023

Today is November 1st. It marks the start of the National Novel Writing Month (a.k.a. NaNoWriMo). I have 30 days to write a draft of my next novel. The idea is to just write and write and spew out your story. Any research or editing can be done later.

Divided up evenly over 30 days, to get a novel of 50,000 words, you must write 1700 words per day. Brutal.

I have heard of authors who can dream about their novels and wake up to write chapter after chapter with ease. I would love to be one of those authors. Maybe tonight? It could happen – I will keep you posted.

If you don’t see posts from me very much this month, now you know why. The same goes for emails and phone calls. So, please don’t feel ignored or forgotten.

It’s just November.

TTFN



Yikes! It’s Almost July

And that means Camp Grandma (Camp Gma) is looming, and Grandma ain’t ready. This is no emergency or panic situation. The Camp is organized and planned, so the kids will have fun. No worries there.

The issue is I am behind with the background things that need to be done so things run smoothly and Grandma can have fun too. I would have everything done by now if I was feeling better and things were normal again. I have an appointment with my doctor tomorrow because my lingering croup or asthma needs to be treated. In the wise words of Winnie the Pooh – “Oh, bother!”

I may not be posting here much in July. But if you miss me, you can check out https://campgma.com and find out what’s going on at camp.

TTFN

What Are YOU Proud Of?

Not many of us are Olympic medalists or Nobel Peace Prize winners. This does not mean we cannot be proud of our accomplishments. I’m not talking about the pride before a fall kind of proud. It is certainly not the “I’m better than you!” sort of pride we see all too often these days. It is not a showing off, competing for attention, or vain pride.

No matter how silly or insignificant they may seem compared to those celebrated by the media, each of us accomplishes things we are proud of. We may not even be aware when we do them, but a memory of something brings it up in your mind and puts a smile on your face.

If you took a minute or two and thought about the little victories and accomplishments you feel good about, I bet you could write a list of them.

  • My List:
    • See the Poster on the Right ->
    • I am growing avocado trees from seeds
    • I was inches close to kicking a field goal at Candlestick Park
    • I was “Vanna Bee” when my hubby taught a grade school class about Bees.

None of the above would get me any kudos or recognition. This is fine with me. I did them because I chose to, and in that sense, that also makes me proud of myself.

There are no photos of me kicking or being Vanna because I was busy at the time…
Apparently, no one else in my family can take photos.

TTFN