I’m here… I’m late, but I’m here. You didn’t seriously think that I was going to screw up at the 11th hour for NaBloPoMo? I’ve failed at my mantra about not getting sick, because I can’t currently breathe out of my nose. But, I’m just about 1,200 words shy of of winning NaNoWriMo, though I am going to go ahead and work on it through December until it is completed,
If I were him, I’d like to go out this way too. Anyone who was a child in the late 1970’s/early 1980’s that was into comics knew Dave Cockrum and Len Wein’s work. To me, seeing characters like Mystique and Storm made me completely fall in love with comic books in general, X-Men specifically. While the boys had Spiderman and Captain America, all we really had was Jean Grey (pre-Phoenix,
I did nothing last night, other than finish a book. Remind me to tell you about the fact that I adore Nora Roberts, but after a while all of her books have the same plot devices and characters, just in different settings.* I should feel bad about that, since my Nano deadline is looming, my house looks like a toy store and children’s activity center puked all over it, and
Day One at the Marietta gig seems to be going well, though driving to work versus using MARTA took a little bit of getting used to this morning. I forgot exactly how bad 85 can get going south, though I’m only on it for two miles to get to 75 North. But, I also don’t have a mile walk from the train station to campus, which rocks because I don’t
My mother’s on her way back to St. Marys, my child is playing dress-up, BabyDaddy’s playing some first-person shooter game, and I’m trying to do laundry in between chapters on my Nano novel. Things are getting back to normal around here. Well, as normal as they can get, that is.
So my mother and I went to IKEA today… and I’m still trying to figure out why. Actually, it wasn’t that bad, and they seemed to have done a pretty good job at re-stocking after yesterday’s insanity, though the poor lady who was ringing us up had to type in all the UPC codes by hand, because her scanner died yesterday, along with the pad for all the credit cards.
Today is one of the days that I’ve purposely scheduled to sequester myself away from everyone and everything to work on my Nano novel, though my ‘sequestering’ is more like opening up my Winamp to shuffle through my mp3s, headphones on, and sitting on the couch in the living room. My mother’s still in town, so she’s reading while Elizabeth spins like a top all around the house, causing far