Phantasy Friday: NaNoWriMo; Complete With Interruptions, Special Ones

National Novel Writing Month commenced the 1st — and it’s not too late to join in! The goal is 50 thousand words by the end of November. It can be a complete story, or the beginning of a story for those who write long. And it’s very achievable at 1,667 words a day! If you write the typical 2500 word chapter, you can have it done early. You can write by yourself purely on an honor system, or hook up with NaNo writing buddies. There are online pep talks and everything. Well, almost everything. There’s nothing for what happens at my house.

I’m doing NaNo for the first time. And I actually took into consideration the need to write extra words every day to cover weekends I’m ghost hunting. But the main thing NaNo does is prove you can write a novel in a month. Rough draft it may be; but they’re all rough drafts at the start. Give it a try! And if you do, buddy up with me. You can find me as Runere.

HOWEVER— it’s as if there’s a great conspiracy to keep me from completion. Despite all the wonderful encouragement you get from NaNo and writing buddies, I feel compelled to point out there are things NaNo has no control over. I’m going to give you a condensed version of interruptions from my household. I swear, it’s like watching a movie only to have a commercial break leap out at you during the deepest, most exciting part of the film! Certain situations have arisen that have me leaning toward a murder mystery next year. A perfect murder. With no bodies found. Lots of life insurance to collect. It’s about a writer who just can’t take any more interruptions . . .

Sorry. Plotting moment there.

Writing at a good pace on day one. This is pretty cool! You know, if a person sets this goal for each day you really could write a book a month! Enter my word count at the NaNo site.

Second day, scene: a chase ensues in a dark New Orleans alley, sounds and scents amplified by terror. My heroine looks up to see the nightmare version of my bad werewolves. It’s thick lips bare bloodied fangs as it prepares to speak. *snarl* “I can’t get the damn microwave to work right.”

Poof. Scene gone with a jolt. Wh-what? He wasn’t supposed to say that! And what happened to that gravelly, raspy voice I devised for him? I lean into the screen and peer closely at the words, trying to reclaim the momentum.  Hubby’s voice repeats, “The microwave won’t heat my soup.” I twist my head around and glare at him (probably resembling Linda Blair in The Exorcist. More than a little). He recoils at the sight and tries to shut the office door. But it’s too late. I stomp in to investigate. Turns out hubby thought he should adjust the temp control. We’ve only had this microwave for ten years. Why did he think it suddenly operated differently? Sigh.

Third day: I’m in the process of laying an intricate trail of clues. I’ve made notes, and it’s pretty cut and dried, so when I hear Hubby hollering for the dog outside the office window, it wasn’t too much of a distraction. Until he yelled, “Dixie!” for the third time. That penetrated. Dixie is in heat. I walk her on lead. Not Hubby. She listens to him. (Yeah, right. Like a teenage daughter with the hormonal hots for a bad boy with a fast car!) That hump-happy hound was probably off fornicating with every male in a ten-mile radius. Since I’d be the one stuck taking care of any puppies, you better believe I left a cloud of papers fluttering in my vapor trail on the way out! Found her and dragged her back inside before she went behind a bush with Romeo. Or Cisco. Or Pancho. Or Duke. Or that one I’ve never seen before. Or that little brown dog that humps my leg.

Fourth and Fifth days: Ghost hunting! Loved both nights of it. Did I ever expect to use my experience as a maritime captain during ghost hunting? No, never. But it turns outs this house was supposed to be haunted by an old sea captain. Things were quiet until I asked questions about Celestial Navigation and using a sextant for taking sun and star shots. We got a LOUD response then!

Back to NaNo on Sunday night. Hubby tried to help by cooking. Took me two hours to scrub that burned pan. We had doctor’s appointments out the wazoo on Monday; but I stayed up later to write. Had a migraine; gritted my teeth and wrote five hundred words while trying not to be ill.

But something happened this week that made me shut the computer down. It was just too much. I literally stayed in shock for a full day. Still get a little wobbly in the legs if I think about it too long while walking.

I got the phone call informing me I’m going to be a great-grandmother in June.

Yep. Full mental shutdown.

But after the initial shock wore off (two, maybe three days later!), I got really excited. Not many people get the opportunity to actually hold a person who will live so far past them in the future. I can’t wait to hold him or her, wrap them up in loving arms. To whisper in their ear to treat him or her self with care and respect because there will never be another one just like them. I’ll whisper to be sure to walk their own baby down to that certain tree near the pond.

That tree will be grown by then and I’ll be long gone. But I want that later baby’s father or mother — the baby I held — to press tiny hands to the bark and tell that little person, “Someone believed in me so much that she planted this tree the day I was born. For you to hang your swing from.”

Hope they both feel the love, because that’s truly the one thing that never changes, never dies. I’m thinking an Oak.

~Runere~

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And the Cowboy Is?

First let me say once again congrats to romancemama for her thrilling news this week. I hope when she makes it big she’ll let me hang onto her skirt and drag me along!

Now for my Cowboy of the week.

So far we’ve learned this cowboy is Brazilian, age 27, is married, lives in Texas and his favorite color is blue. Oh, and his nickname is the “Jungle Boy.” I’ll go ahead and add a link to a wonderful story about him from the PBR. It’s an amazing article and I encourage everyone to go and read all about Mr. Robson Palermo!

http://www.pbrnow.com/release/?id=5273

Now for the pictures!

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Now doesn’t the article and the pictures make you want to go and write all about a foreign bull rider and his love for America, bulls, and one very lucky lady? It does me! This is just one of the ways I get my inspiration. Now I just have to find a way to stay on goal! Tell me how you do it. Leave a comment and I’ll enter you to win a FREE book from my library. I will close the entries at 10pm tonight. Good luck and I hope you enjoy reading and looking at Mr. Robson Palermo! Just love saying that name too! Yum.

Sayde’s Cowboy Eye Candy Tidbit 9/10

Alright, I hope everyone enjoyed Wednesday those were some amazingly HOT men!! Wow, I’m scorched. But since none wore cowboy hats or boots they just weren’t making the cut! So today we move forward with this week’s cowboy.

What do we know so far?

Brazilian bullrider, lives in Texas, close friends with fellow Brazilian bullrider who just happens to of won PBR finals last year, and he’s 5ft6. Yes, I know not all that tall but he’s just so goodlooking it won’t matter!

Todays Tidbit:

PBR member since 2005, enjoys training and riding horses, he is 27 and will be 28 in November. Also known as The Jungle Boy and his favorite color is BLUE! (MINE TOO, MINE TOO!! If that’s not a sign I just don’t know what is!) Alas he’s married :(, Oh well we can still enjoy the view and here is a picture of three gorgeous south American men, one is our cowboy of the week and one will be next weeks cowboy. You figure it out!

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Alright to my writers:

When you set a goal for yourself how do you stay on target? I am the worlds worst with this! If I don’t try and set a goal I can sit down and write 5000-10,000 words in a day! No lie, but if I set a goal of 3000 I can’t do it!

Yesterday I did this. I said to myself “Self, today we shall write 3200 words, tomorrow between 2500-5000 and so on until we reach 85k and the end of the book.” Self laughed at me and turned on tweetdeck! DAMN SELF!

Anyway, today I’m trying to catch up I was short of yesterdays goal by 800 words and I’m bummed. Help me out writers. what do y’all do to stay on target?

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