Fifteen minutes till National Novel Writing Month begins. Am I staying up to wait for it? Heck no! I'm just stuck, here, waiting for my incorrigible teenage brat (usually, I speak of him in glowing terms but, darn it, I'm tired) to shut down his blankety-blank computer. He never goes to bed, ergo, I retire much later than desired - and I'm a night-owl, babes.
I guess this means I can write a few words before I crash, though. Think positive, think positive, think positive. This is not a new mantra for me, but it is definitely needed at the moment.
Get a load of the adorable fairy princess at left! Is she a doll or what? I sat on the porch and took pictures of some of the kiddies, tonight - something I've never done, before, as I am very Scroogy about Halloween. It's my mother's fault; but, we won't go there. However, the husband is away and the teenager is a chatty sort. He wanted company, so I sat there getting munched by mosquitoes, enjoying the parade of kids, snapping photos and conversing with my youngest.
Here's what really surprised me: the children loved being photographed. I wasn't sure how youngsters would react to an insane, fat, middle-aged woman blinding them with her flash, but only one little girl said, "Oh, geez, you blinded me." In those words. Funny kid, eh? Some of the kiddies even posed. Total coolness.
In other news . . . I read maybe 2 pages of The Thirteenth Tale, today. Pah. Pitiful. I hope I'll manage to finish an entire novel before December, but am not banking on it.
And, the funny of the day: My eldest rang me to describe one of his newest recipes (we are from the Wing It School when it comes to cooking technique). During his high school years we absolutely, utterly did not get along. He liked pushing the boundaries; I like control. The last 2 years have been great, though, as Daniel has mellowed and . . . well, so have I. So, eldest son said, "We've got to have more conversations. It's nice, now that we get along." I said, "Yeah, but could we converse in a month? 'Cause I've got this writing thing--"
My husband thought that was very, very funny.
Do pardon me if I can't find the time to visit other blogs much--or at all--this month.
Waving a handkerchief (okay, a tissue), putting on my writing fingers, wishing someone would send in an army of Chronic Disorganization Conquerors (preferably not on horseback). And, with two minutes to go, I believe I have a word processing file to open very soon!!! Nighty-night, all!!!