Bec's Happybox

Snow Day

It started snowing yesterday morning as the kids and I were halfway to church.  Sahsez was getting pretty excited but I told her "Don't get your hopes up: it's not going to stick."

By the time we were leaving church at 11:15, it was sticking like the Dickens.  The walk home was  a little tricky, but Sahsez was in good spirits and didn't care that we were getting soaked and the wind was whipping our faces and that she fell down on some slippery steps.  We haven't had snow like this in ten years and then, of course, she wasn't alive yet, so this is pretty special for her. 

Today, Tobias couldn't go to work because the bus wasn't running.  Sahsez' school was closed as well.  So we had a home day, and went out and looked at the snow and revelled in it. 

I have 3370 words left to write in my novel.  I think I will finish one day early.  The writing got easier as the month went on.  Unfortunately, the product still stinks. 

Novelling Blues

Man, I am not feeling this novel.  I cannot tell you how much I am not feeling it.  Where's my first-week ideas-flowly-freely writing-frenzy?  Every word is a struggle!  I have 7159 so far.  I was hoping to make it to 9000 today, but I might stop at 8000.  We'll see. 

Tobias has been a trooper.  He's looking after our kids and Sahsez' best friend, who's with us for the day, and is now at the park with them, playing Frisbee in the rain.  So I really should make it to 9000, considering all the help I'm getting.  Doubt I will though. 

While procrastinating last night, I found some photos that strangers took of Sahsez and I at the Sonoma County Harvest Fair Grape Stomp.  It was cool, like being a celebrity.  Sahsez especially loved it.  Check them out here, here, and here if you're so inclined. 

Out of the frying pan and into the fire

Hello!  I'm back from vacation!  I've been back for a week, actually, but time seems to be slipping away from me even faster than usual, and I haven't had time to update (or unpack, for that matter).   Since Wednesday, I've been mired in the wondersauce that is NaNoWriMo (see my nifty banner at left).  As of this evening, I have 6007 words written of my novel, Bird Flu, which will be 50,000 words by November 30. 

So that's what I'm up to.  I'd rather be blogging, I have to say.  Writing novels sucks!  Both the process and the product.  But nevermind.  I've got to embrace the idea of exuberant imperfection, according to Chris Baty, the founder of NaNoWriMo.  Imperfect is an understatement when it comes to Bird Flu.  But nevermind!  Positive, positive, gotta stay positive. 

I am a brilliant, novelling dynamo. 

And here are some of my vacation photos.  The albums are still under construction.  Ta-ta for now.