anagram of brat

( a long-winded musing on writing, its role in my life, NaNo and what I've decided to do instead )


In other news, holy crap, brrr. Not only did it FREEZE around here, apparently all the trees decided to drop ALL their leaves last night. :( Yep, welcome to November, all right. So long, outdoor color, been nice knowing you. See you in 2011.



* Cause I know one... and I can tell you faster than you can say "Poopty Pewpty Pants."
** 2139, in case you're wondering. :P
*** Y'all are smart, you can figure it out.

heh, should have known no NaNo was gonna get done on a kid-weekend sunday. One I also overslept on. D'oh! Ugh. I think I need to order that Watkins beef iron and wine stuff again, I'm definitely feeling all sluggish, tired and anemic. I don't know I feel like I've been operating on a 1-2 dice penalty for the last three or four days, and I REALLY hope this doesn't mean I'm getting sick. We'll start NaNo tomorrow.

I think I hurt my shoulder carving all those pumpkins yesterday and then spending today hefting squirmy children. Like picking up anything with any mass to it hurts, lifting my arm above my head hurts.... yeah. Here's hoping I'm okay to drive tomorrow, cause this is going to make turning left a bitch.

I'd forgotten how much I like reading out loud to whoever feels like listening. This afternoon I read the entireity of Ramona the Brave to Kidzilla. I'm rather amused that I still pretty much have the entire Ramona series more or less memorized.

Long ass week ahead. Really long ass month ahead. Don't be too surprised if I don't post so much. :)