sooooo.. a needle pulling threaaaaaad…

Clearly, titles have never been my strong point. Heh.

Anyway – so ya say, this posting every day is just not for me! The WORDS! how many WORDS! I mean, my god, might as well be doing NaNoWriMo! I don’t WRITE! I do OTHER THINGS!

Well, never let it be said that I’m not here for you! Because truly, it’s all about you! Not me. No, really! (hahahahah!) So. Maybe you like to draw instead, hm? This (drawmo!) actually makes me wanna tickle my creative side a little bit. I’ve been thinking and wanting to do some by hand stuff again, just like I did in school. I pretty much suck at it, but anything to keep them juices um…well, juicy. right? I dunno. Been toying with getting a small sketchpad to keep handly, but haven’t because. well. I dunno. Lazy I guess. *L* Maybe I’ll do something in photoshop everyday, or every other day, or when the fancy strikes (…which makes it exactly like it is right now. hahah!)

Not an artist? S’all good – here’s one EVERYONE can do. Well, everyone with a freaky facination for shoes. What is WITH that? I mean seriously – I’ve got two pairs. I wear them until they fall apart and only then break and buy more. But man – some folks, they do love them some shoes. And taking pictures of ’em. NoBloShoeMo: Thirty Days of Shoes via Notes from the Trenches. You can join the flickr group here.

See? Aren’t I always taking care of ya? Though, it is sad that it is only day three of NaBloPoMo and I’m already linking to other things. I could bore you with pictures of my kids or cats instead – but tomorrow is silly kitty saturday, not today, and without going out of town I’ve no excuse to post that early. This week – a Letter from Anna. She’s been stalking my keyboard every since Ace got his turn. Along with my toes. Which is another story all together.

The Pup. She is cute.
(the topic shifts. they are random.)

Me: JESSI-NAAAAAAANNA!
Pup: that is NOT YOUR NAME for me.
Me: Fine then!
Pup: Only Papa calls me that!
Me: well BE THAT WAY.
Pup: You can call me by YOUR name for me.
Me: Which one?
Pup: Brat.

dats mah girl!

And also:

Pup: Mom? Why didn’t I go to prettyschool?
Me: Um. Uh. what?
Pup: the school before real school! prettyschool!
Me: OH! PRE-school. Because you were already too smart for your own good.
Pup: And Pretty. They’d be jealous.
Me: Exactly.

This morning…

So. It’s day number two here at nablopomo – and I promise not to continue to do a daily countdown. Really. No, really! I do! – and two things completely unrelated to that have occurred to me.

1. I can breathe through my nose, mostly. And I can touch my cheekbones without shreiking in pain. This has to be a good sign, right? Mucus production up, though the coughing from drainage is annoying. 6 more days of meds. Make it BETTER dammit. I’m so never satisfied.

2. This morning bears the distinction of the very first time this fall that my heater – that overworks itself no matter what the thermostat is set on, building tempertures with such a ferver that the whole neighborhood is warmer by association – and the myriad of slightly open windows has struck the PERFECT BALANCE.

I am warm, but with just enough of a coolness to warrent a blanket over my legs – which has the added benefit of protecting said legs from Kitty Stampedes. No one is bitching about being too hot, or too cold. It was the perfect temperature to wake with kittens piled atop the comforter instead of beating their way inside where they relive Kitty DeathMatch 5 and shred my delicate skin. It also was perfect enough that _I_ was inside the comforter, instead of kicking it off, and bareing aforementioned delicate skin to the continuing Kitty DeathMatch.

All this means, of course, that the temperature outside is about to drop 30 degrees and I’ll be slamming windows shut all day, or it is about to jump 30 degrees and I’ll bitch about being too warm again. Because heaven knows, I am NEVER satisfied for long.

But in this brief moment of perfect balance, I am content.

NaBloPoMo #1

So, back in the day, two or three years ago (2003), Midnight on the morn of November first found me hovered excitedly over my keyboard, waiting for 12:01 am, music on, headphones on, fingers poised, ready to begin carving out the Next Great American Novel of 50k in just 30 days! The excitement, it was palpable. The sheer magnitude of what I was about to attempt was overwhelming. My typos were all prepared to spill out in a torrent of keystrokes!

I finished Nanowrimo that first year with 51k words in just 18 days. I was a ROCKSTAR. I set it up, vanity published it, got bound copies for those I’d promised it too, and gave em out for Christmas.

Fast forward – November 1, 2004. 12:01 am. Plot? HAHAHAH! Idea? HAHAHAH! Hovering anxiously over the keyboard to see what might come out anyway? You got it! 28 days, 65k words later I had something I was actually proud of. So much so that I spent a couple months revising it, a few shopping it around (even asked for a partial or two), started on a sequel but then things lost steam and it has been put aside for now. I’ll revisit, and re-edit, and reaquaint myself with my friends in those pages soon, I’m sure.

Last year – for obvious reasons – I didn’t have it in me to try again. I did try though – but at just 5 pages in realized that worse then having no plot, was having no inspiriation. Thus, it ended before it began. I reread it recently, those 5 pages, and I honestly cannot tell you what I was thinking. It’s *that* bad.

So that brings us to this year. I contemplated Nanowrimo again. For about 1.542 seconds. Without an actual Idea however, I just can’t quite pull it off. So! Instead, I’m joining Fussy’s Minions for National Blog Posting Month instead. Bore you guys at least once daily for 30 days? Now THAT I can do.

Happy November, Everyone!