Trudging Along

Doing this NaNoWriMo thing is hard. Not just banging out a specific word count to stay caught up but feeling as if I have no time to flesh out my characters. I have this nagging feeling that I must push the storyline ahead quickly filling up pages with actions and dialog. I find I am ad libbing on details not clarifying how a character got to this point and perhaps not introducing enough characters into the mix. I am feeling harried and rushed to tell a story and get to the good parts and the good stuff and the end in 26 more days. I have this idea that after I bang out my daily word count (or at least try to -and I am behind) that I have this wild eyed, hair blown look that would indicate I was just on the worlds best (or worst) roller coaster ride and lived to tell the story. Does this make sense to any of you out there? Is anyone else experiencing this? I am also terrified about posting what I write, for the reasons above and others to boot. I don't want anyone to feel obligated to leave comments. I post it because the reason a writer writes is to give a reader something to read. Why else put yourself through this torture? Also humility is good for the soul -or so I have always been taught. So today, my dear readers, who put up with me daily - Third verse same as the first - when I proofread and spell check day #3's work I will post it. You will find it under Nov. 3rd, buried in the archives and linked to the sidebar under the NaNo participant logo. In other news it was really warm outside yesterday. I spent most of the time out doors in my back yard trying to salvage and put to rights everything left and not completely destroyed by the men building the pool. Parts of the yard are wild and overgrown because there was no way to get the lawnmower in to cut the grass and weeds. Now there is and I am working hard to get it back into nice shape for when my mother visits this month. The handyman and the yardman both fell through. The never came back. I guess they don't need to work to be able to eat daily. :-/ As promised, photos: The pumpkin pies baked from farm fresh pumpkins that I roasted. Save for a small piece they are both now history. The concrete pad poured around the still unfinished pool. At least the holes and trenches are now covered up and you don't have to worry about breaking your neck if you have to venture out to the backyard.
I missed Blackbird's Friday Show and Tell two weeks in a row. Week before last it was our beds. This is my bed. We have done nothing in our bedroom since moving into this house. This will most likely be the last room we do anything with. Steven and I ordered this bed and had it shipped to us from NC not long after we got married. It is a bed that no one has slept in except he and I. It is not tainted with ghosts from marriages past -something we both wanted. It is a king size sleigh bed built of cherry. The details are hand carved. We also purchased the matching bed tables, chest of drawers and mule chest. I really did not like the dresser so I didn't bother with it. I do think I am going to order the carved mirror that goes with it and hang it over our bed. I also have plans for a lithograph (or 2) by Jack Vettriano. I hear a lot of 'designers' say how matching pieces of furniture are so not in but this is my taste and I like a complete suite of furniture. Everything in my house is cherry except for Gracie's room which has an heirloom cast iron bed from my childhood belonging to my step-grandparents from the turn of the century. The baby's new room will have cherry furnishings that I plan to order this month. This weeks show and tell was our addictions. You are looking at it. My journal. Today we will once again be working out in my yard setting things to rights and getting ready for winter. Raehan, I keep meaning to email you and then forget when I am actually in my email. I have added you as a writing buddy over at NaNo. I am AngieR. You and Vicki keep up the good work. Somehow I know we are going to get to the end of this thing and be all the better for it in ways we can't possibly understand right now. I have to go bang out some quick story lines now.