I Love You, Now Go Away!

Yet another NaNoWriMo tale…

Hubby and I took a road trip to Lake Havasu, AZ and spent Thanksgiving with his family. The 80 degree weather was fabulous. We literally drove 12 hours to summer!  Like a devoted writer, I brought the novel on a flash-drive with me. Just in case I had time to myself to kill. And could borrow my Sis-in-law’s computer. (I’m asking Santa for a laptop this year!)

No, I’m not blaming the holiday or the relatives for my word count only increasing 2,000 in that 6-day period. I am a social creature on occasion, and always a dog lover. I could lie and say that Ginger and Gabby “ate my muse”, but I won’t. Our mini-vacation with my siblings-in-law, was full of food, fun and laughter. This may be why my muse became constipated. I suspect jealousy.

My brother-in-law(s) set up a computer for me, in the guest house hubby and I were staying in, so I could keep writing my NaNoWriMo novel.  I’m sure this support and encouragement disturbed hubby greatly.  He had already told me that this first NaNoWriMo adventure should be my last. He (claimed) was worried about my health. Not enough sleep. Not eating right. Blah, Blah, Blah.

I imagine there are a lot of NaNoWriMo widowers and widows about now. Take heart! Only 3-days left of cooking your own meals, having the TV remote all to yourself, sleeping alone, etc.  We miss you too of course, but our focus is on writing and this we do alone. At least I do. So please, do not interrupt us with tidbits of trivia you read in the paper, or telling us your plans for home improvements next year.  We understand your wanting conversation. Just save it for meals and break-time, is all we ask.

Day 94: Earplugs

TV noise and chain saws require industrial ear-plugs. I am not kidding – I really wear them. I’d take a picture, but sweats and no make-up is today’s fashion statement, so just imagine me with an orange foam plug in each ear.  Earplugs only work if hubby is making the noise, because he ignores the fact they are plugging my ears and talks to me anyway.

Once my rhythm is broken it is freaking hard to get it back. Distractions abound in the real world. I often fantasize about having a padded, sound-proofed room, with an inside lock, to write in. I even wonder if I should be tested for Adult ADD, or ADHD.

Today is gloomy and rainy – perfect weather to write.  The week’s errands and grocery shopping are done. Leftovers are thawing.  The wood-burning stove is hot and so is the coffee.  So, why am I not spewing forth oodles of words?

Gloomy and rainy is also the perfect weather for a nap. I think I’ll take one, Lord knows my muse is.


What Cracks Me Up

I was sorting through images on my computer filed under “Blog Stuff “.  And I came across a few that make me laugh every time I see them.

I thought I should share them with y’all.

Have a laughter filled Sunday.


Saw this sign traveling through Maine. We laughed for blocks!
Why I don’t go to China
Gross! But still funny  😉
Even a GPS can’t get you out of this one
Under arrest, or calling a field goal?

Keep smiling, people! It’s all we can do  🙂

My Custom Superhero

This is the summer of the superhero. Even if there already was a movie about a superhero (e.g., Spider-man), it got re-made with new people (I hate it when they do that!). 99.9% of all superheros are male, and honestly, this is OK with me.  I’m an old-fashioned girl who grew up on fairy tales, hero’s on white horses, damsels in distress, and all that.

No wonder I’ve been clinically depressed most of my life.  But that’s another post for another day…

What woman would want Spider-man’s job anyway? Spraying cobwebs from the palm of your hands, and swinging on skyscrapers with them. Yuk!  A gal would also need to be a super-model to get away with wearing that one-piece elastic leotard. Definitely a superhero for the male persuasion.

Same goes for Hell-boy, and the Incredible Hulk. I work hard to make myself presentable in public, and I do not want to be seen like this – even by bad guys.

I’d like to see a  female super-hero that is not some Hollywood version of  a well endowed hottie in a tasteless tight outfit.  A no-nonsense woman that doesn’t need to change into a costume to fight evil. And, she won’t put up with anyone’s crap, either.

I could be this superhero because I’m the farthest thing from a well endowed hottie, and I don’t even own a costume. (I do take crap occasionally – but only a bit.)

I want my superpowers to include:

  1. Invisibility  This way I would learn what was going on behind my back. This power would have been really handy when I was parenting teens.
  2. Super Strength  I would need to have a powerful force to stop nefarious characters in their tracks. This would help with the vacuuming situation also.
  3. Telekinesis  So I can move something when my hands are busy.  Combined with #2, this could be a powerful weapon.
  4. Psychic Ability  Be able to sense hidden emotion, agendas, and people who are lying (Another handy thing that parents of teens could use)
  5. Glamoring  That handy little tool vampires use to get their way and convince humans something did not happen that did. Or visa-verse. (Might be occasionally useful on hubby)

I do not want:

  • To fly  A fear of heights and flying do not mix.
  • Create fire  Hot flashes are bad enough, thank you.
  • To time travel  I could never understand that “time continuum” thing.
  • To carry a heavy object   No hammers or shields please. My purse is heavy enough.

Until I’m struck by lightning or hit by a rock from space, I will have to wait for my superhero status.

I will try to think up a good name while I’m waiting  😉