On a Wing and Prayer

With NaNoWriMo in full swing I am guilty of neglecting all of you. I really feel bad about it. It is taking me 3 - 4 days to get around to read each journal that I was reading daily. I have set a pace to meet the daily quota of words but it is a pace that really eats alot of time. Nothing I write has been proofread nor edited. As if it isn't hard enough to meet the word count it is even harder to get the words out of my head and to end of my finger tips. I think I know where I want a story to go but I hit a brick wall nothing wants to flow and seriously this may sound VERY deranged but these characters I created have other plans and they lead me in a direction completely opposite of where I think we are going. How is that for the insanity of nation novel writing month? You want to know something even more insane? I thought you would. Yesterday, when I ruined my heroines life and her Thanksgiving celebration I felt guilty! You read that correctly. I was in a funk for destroying that poor woman's happiness. Now I have to get her out of there and I am not sure how to do it. Do you see how out of control writing a novel has gotten? Do you completely understand why I am not getting to your journals daily? Will you forgive me? Can you forgive me? I am also pretrified every time I post a piece of the story. I am not trying to force anyone to read it. It is very easy to add to the word count meter and then not prove you actually wrote one word. If I write it and post it I am lending credit to the fact I am busting my ass to do this thing that really doesn't mean squat and eats all my time and most likely will never come to anything but a little graphic that says I participated in nation novel writing month. So why I am doing this again? BTW, Vicki, where the hell are you? Raehan, I love your characters and all that you have written so far. I can't wait until you post another section. I'll be waiting with anticipation. You will be glad to know I am not neglecting Steven and kids too badly. I am feeding them daily. Except yesterday we had hotdogs and I forgot the cabbage for the slaw and there wasn't any Bush's baked beans so we had potato chips and mac and cheese. I owe them food big time. We had take out two times last week. Chinese and pizza back to back in the same week. Oh, how the mighty have fallen! I did make spaghetti, chicken pie and beef stew on the other nights. This a complete tanget here - I woke up the other morning feeling as if I were starving. I opened the frig a hundred times looking for something to eat. Not one thing in there appealed to me. I was craving something that wasn't available instantly. At 10am I was eating a big bowl of chilli that just spent the past 20 minutes thawing in the microwave. Talk about a cast iron stomach! But it was delicious and as I am typing this I suddenly have a hunger for more of that chilli. A chilli popsycle at 6am is very gross, even to me. Maybe around 10 I'll get to it. I promise when this is over I will update my reading list too. I just don't have time to write all the html code snippets right now. But I will very soon. I promise. I have to take the kitten to the vet today for his followup vaccinations. The vet will also evaluate him for his turn under the knife for the kitty vasectomy. Mr. Darcy, formerly the 'we thought it was female cat' known as Tink, has really begun to thrive. He has more than doubled his weight and is a fiesty thing! He also has claimed Steven as his own and will come ONLY when Steven calls him. Steven is also a VERY BAD INFLUENCE because he let the cat on the sofa to sleep while he watched TV and the cat thinks it now has rights in that one spot! Steven tries to act like he doesn't like the cat when the kids are around. When everyone is gone off to bed he brings the kitten in, holds it and cuddles it and plays with it and laughs at it. But don't tell him I told you. He would deny it completely. Now that you have all witnessed my mental state and the complete disjointment of my thoughts I will go try to add to my word count and help my poor heroine out of this aweful situation I thrust her in. NaNoWriMo Word Count: 16971 Moving it with Mistress Mary: A walk around the yard between rain sprinkles.