Refresher (the short version): National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo). Bang out a 50,000 word (shitty) first draft between 11/1 and 11/30. That’s an average of about 1650 words a day, for 30 straight days. The rules? Has to be something new, not an old project that’s getting dusted off. I’m going to free write, meaning … Continue reading Sharptooth 2
Ok, here's the deal: WHY NOT DO IT? National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) starts today, November 1, and runs for 30 days. The challenge is to write, start to finish, a 50,000 word (shitty) first draft. That's an average of about 1650 words a day, for 30 straight days. The rules? Has to be something … Continue reading Sharptooth: 1
So what happened was this: A few days ago I decided to hang on to the bananas that were past looking yummy to eat, using them instead to make banana bread, with the recipe from Sally's Baking Addiction that I recommended in an earlier post (summer?). It really is a good recipe and better with … Continue reading Just another Sunday night.
Update at noon(ish) on Sunday: If you were here for the early, late night edition last night (even if you read it in the morning), and you came back to see if I added the promised update, then just scroll down to where you left off and you'll see it. See? I can make things … Continue reading A few things: September/October 2021
First and foremost: It is still October 2 where I am, even though it is now October 3 in the place where I wrote the first 53 posts in this series. So, I have not missed a day. I just managed to get a 26 hour day in which to post this entry, because… I … Continue reading Something about traveling and reading and not writing.
Something sad happened in my daughter's life today, so my afternoon and evening have belonged to her. In a few minutes, at her invitation, I'm going to join her in her room, snuggling in her bed to watch Money Heist, which I've already seen and will gladly watch again. I will snuggle with her and … Continue reading Something for bedtime.
A writer I know was in her 50s when she discovered that her childhood was a lie. She learned the truth by accident, and the discovery knocked her off kilter, partly because it was traumatic and mostly because the truth came out right as she was starting to reconcile an already complicated personal history by … Continue reading Something about stories.
The Mockingbird Hunter. That a cat would stand in the way of their divorce was unimaginable. Over a dog they might have fought viciously for custody. But over a cat, and this cat specifically? No. Neither of them was taking that goddammed feline, not for any amount of money or stock or property or apology. … Continue reading Something fictional.