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And that's 50K

My bar is green. I should be ecstatic, but the story isn’t over. We’ve still got to dispose of the bad guy and save the girl. Don’t you hate it when the FMC gets herself into a mess like that? I have no idea how to kill the antagonist. I hate to just say, well Jake, kill ‘em and have it over like that. It feels like cheating. The thing about the bad guy, Kline, is that he’s a lot like his father, Cobb, the original bad guy. They would rather talk you to death than actually shoot you. In Cassie’s eyes, Cobb had as much money as God and therefore, he hired his own son to kill Jake. Well, Kline failed and now he’s got to do the deed again. I hate to just have Jake shoot him. I’ve got to think about this. The bar is green. My wrist is half-numb, half-achy and no fun. I haven’t eaten yet today and my nose is running. I was up for two hours last night with really bad heartburn. Not a spectacular win, but I’m this close (—) to going to Wal-Mart, buying some glass chalk and writing NaNoWriMo…

Pre-Finishing NaNo Winning Speech

I might be, but I’m so excited, I can’t help it. You might have noticed, but November tends to be a challenge for me. The cold weather, the time change, it all makes me very sleepy. Last night at six in the evening I was looking out the door thinking, okay time for bed. The nights seem very long when it gets dark early. My husband was gone hunting because it’s that time of year (kill something already man!). I had written almost my daily 1667 worth of words although I’m well above where we should be for NaNo. Last week was difficult for me, remember when I said the evil plot bunny hadn’t abadoned me? I no more than posted that and *poof* he vanished, the little rotter. I won’t say I hated what I was writing, but it wasn’t flowing the way I thought it should have. I re-wrote some and I was growing frustrated by being stuck in the 20k’s. Twenty-five seemed elusive and impossible. Saturday I went to one of the write-ins and I broke 30k. I was so proud of myself even though I was exhaust…

Not the kind of thing I usually talk about

Do you know what you were doing six years ago today? I do. I was sitting in the emergency waiting room at Mercy-St. John’s in Aurora. Stargate: SG-1 was playing soundlessly on the TV and it was all I could do not to bawl my eyes out as Richard Dean-Anderson and the others had some kind of quirky adventure on a faraway planet. God, I wanted to be with them or anywhere but there. I was trying to figure out how to get the G’oauld’s attention. I really wished I was lying in bed in the throws of a horrible nightmare. Six years ago today was a Saturday. The opening day of deer season. It was much like today because it’s gray outside and in the 60′s. I was wearing the Ram’s t-shirt I had worn to bed and a pair of jeans I wouldn’t ever wear in public if my brain had been at the point of caring. I’d tell you what shoes I was wearing, but honestly I don’t know. It doesn’t matter. My mom had been admitted to the ER minutes earlier. You’ll have to excuse me for the sudden burst of cynicism, but …