Yeah, it’s New Year’s Eve here still, but it’s time for an update, I think. Please excuse my tone; I’m feeling really down at the moment. 2024 was painful, in more ways than one. I had surgery in March to remove all the reproductive plumbing (growing fibroids had filled the unused spaces and were clinging on the outside.) Then I loom knitted two really nice afghans within four months. One was a commission from my mother-in-law and the other was…
And it is a busy one! I’ve got several projects going at once, most of them still in progress or not even started! On top of that, I have a wound in my foot for which I’m under weekly treatment. For a while, that meant an actual cast with a protective boot so I could stay mobile. It was… problematic, to say the least. (I have no house elves or brownies to help with the housework.) I’ve been upgraded to…
Uh, yeah, it’s been more than five months since I last updated. *winces in embarrassment* It’s not that I haven’t come around lately; I’ve been keeping an eye on traffic and updating behind the scenes stuff as needed. If you pop in every so often, you’ll see I’ve been changing out the homepage’s background seasonally. I really haven’t had much to say, I guess. NaNoWriMo kicked my butt. Did the ML (Municipal Liaison or regional volunteer) gig again–this after my…
Started the day at 43,831. Finished around 8 p.m. with 50,063. Our region had a marathon noon-to-midnight virtual write-in. In fact, I’m on the last two-hour shift and writing this as part of a sprint! A lot of what I’ve written has been dreck, to be honest. Some of it has had nothing to do with Burning Muses (though I did make a stab at finishing that), Commissions (on which I did far better than I thought), or The Love…
Finally hit the halfway point on the 20th but it’s now the 21st here. I still have a long way to go to catch up but I’m working on it! Part of the issue is my fumbly fingers and my inability to jail my inner editor. The issue is mainly spelling; I know from experience that if I don’t get something at least approximating the word I intend, I may lose it on a later reread and spellcheck. At least…
I just realize that the NaNoWriMo Word Count Widget no longer exists! Because, if it did, it would tell you that I reached the goal of 50K! Woo hoo! It was a rough last week and a half, trying to catch up when I let things slide so badly. On the 19th, I wrote over 5K, which gave me a good boost, with another 4K the next day. I didn’t make it to too many write-ins (a perk of not…
I’m wearing these “recovery gloves” (seriously, that’s what the manufacturer calls them) because my fingers and knuckles are screaming for relief. Not only am I typing my NaNo novel up, but I just finished a 6-foot long knitted scarf I made for a Christmas gift. (My first ever! Go me!) I expect to have a lot more pain as November rolls by because the people I love are getting mostly handmade crafts for Christmas. I also expect I’ll be taking…
I reached today’s goal (45K) before midnight on Saturday, putting me a day ahead with 45751. I have four more days to write and three of them have write-ins! With the pace I’ve already set, I could reach 50K on Monday and have more words than that before the month ends on Wednesday. One of the things I really need to do is sit down and name some of my characters and places. I have a map, made long ago on…
Well, I’m a hair over 45K in word count now. The story? I have no idea where it’s going. I have another murder, I killed another secondary character (brings the body count to three). Sherlock Holmes is a bad guy, so is Watson (unless he’s totally clueless in the Nigel Bruce fashion), Moriarty is at least Chaotic Neutral, and Henry Jekyll has yet to meet his Mr. Hyde. My main character’s boyfriend is having blood-tinged visions and the Door has…
Here I am, sitting at my desk, waiting for the trick or treat crowds to arrive. We’re giving out glow-in-the-dark bracelets this year in hopes of keeping the kids out there visible to traffic. The day’s been cool and it’s finally getting dark outside. Two cats are pestering me simply by curling up on my desk: one under my halogen lamp and the other on my steno shelf. They want to be fed, but that doesn’t happen until the dog…