Monday, November 1, 2010
What's Your Story, Morning Glory?
1. I'm blogging at Black Magpie Theory today.
2. I'm not really blogging. I'm driving Chloe back to school, but I have a post up at BMT. I received some mail I want to tell you about.
3. While wearing nothing for Halloween turned out to be an inspired yet easy costume choice, it did come with some unforeseen problems. Some near-sighted adolescent playing ding dong ditch mistook one of my pointy-outy body parts for the door bell button. I don't think either one of us will ever forget this Halloween.
4. I tried not to eat too much candy, but let's just say it'll be a long time before I want another Butterfinger.
5. I introduced Sophia and Nathan to the movie Freaks. Gooble Gobble will forever be a Golden family tradition.
6. Because I am (1) a glutton for punishment, (2) in need of something to keep me off the streets, (3) sick of editing my first novel and ready to do some new writing, I've signed up to be part of NaNoWriMo again this year. Last year I did it and finished writing 50,000 words while holding down a full-time job and commuting four hours a day. This year I have no excuse for not finishing.
And the best part about this second novel is that I've been preparing for it for years by conducting "research" that doubled as a hobby. Write what you know? Oh, you betcha.
If you're taking part and want to be a writing buddy, here's my profile. Unlike most things in my life, I take this 50,000 words in 30 days goal very seriously so if you blog and wonder why I'm not commenting during November just remember it's not you, it's me. I'm pacing around, gnawing pencils, meditatively ironing, brainstorming with the Pussies for Peace, twirling my hair around my finger and staring off into space, consulting my thesaurus or doing "research" on xhamster. Research. Oh, and I still have to finish revising my first novel which finally has a working title: History We Don't Know.
After the month of November is up, all will be back to normal such as it was.
And so you are all caught up with me. Now I'm driving back from Gainesville. I'm stuck on a two-lane highway behind a slow driver. I drank too much coffee and now I have to pee. Should I stop at the Kroger to tinkle? I sing to the radio or listen to old time radio shows and think about the plot for this new novel. I ignore my phone when it indicates that I have a new text message. I try not to think about that rise in the road where I ran over an already dead cat but the thunk thunk still haunts me three weeks later. That bothers me almost as much as having to go pee. I will the slow poke in front of me to drive faster. I think about how if I stop at the Kroger to pee, I can also pick up a green pepper for the chili I'm going to make for supper. And then my phone will ring. Maybe it's a potential employer calling about an interview or one of the kids. Maybe it's one of you.
If it is, will you tell me to just stop and go pee? Oh, and remind me to get a pepper, too.
Now catch me up with you. What's shakin'?