My daughter's high school soccer season ends Thursday, so next week we'll be down to only six days a week. There is a reprieve on Fridays. Of course, she's at her dads this week, and this means I'm affected a little less by this since I'm not the one responsible for driving them everywhere. Back and forth Back and forth.
Still working on revisions. There is one section I'm still trying to get as close to perfect as I can. My editor seems very happy with what I've done thus far with the changes, and I'm hoping when I'm done with this section, I'm done with revisions. But we know how that goes right?
As you know from yesterday's blog, I slept like crap the night before. Well, I'm happy to report that I slept through the night. No tossing, no turning, no back aching. Slept like a baby.
Yesterday I also suffered from what I'm pretty sure is food poisoning. I will never eat buffalo meat again. Not even to save my life. Happy to say I feel fine today.
And now, time to gear up for NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Not sure how I'll do this year, the previous two years that I won I wasn't working. We'll see. The novel I'll be working on is one I've actually already started, only 1800 words in though which in Nano is just over a day's writing. It's called Withered. Here's the cover I slapped together for the contest (and the winner from my facebook page).
So, you may not see me much the month of November. I'll try and blog when I can, but you know how good I've been at that lately without the task of writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days.
Oh, except me and some fellow bloggers are holding some kind of crazy contest starting the beginning of November. If you know me, you know I've never done a contest. There might be a cute pair of knee socks for the winner. More info on that later.
That is all. Have a great day.
Ciao,
Megan
So I entered a video competition, because you know how much I love video. I decided to follow the lead of fellow writer and friend Dwight Okita and create a book trailer for my novel, Never Eighteen.
Sometimes when you're at your darkest, its the storm before the light. Today as I drove to work the sun was just coming up over the horizon, a gleaming orange globe after days of rain that felt like summer, Christmas, and a heart full of love all at the same time. Mount Rainier, an engraved silhouette against a misty sky. To top it off, Beautiful Day by U2 was playing on the radio. It's one of those moments you wish you could make eternal. One of those moments that make you believe in heaven, a moment that gives you hope.
And now, time to gear up for NaNoWriMo, National Novel Writing Month. Not sure how I'll do this year, the previous two years that I won I wasn't working. We'll see. The novel I'll be working on is one I've actually already started, only 1800 words in though which in Nano is just over a day's writing. It's called Withered. Here's the cover I slapped together for the contest (and the winner from my facebook page).
I have not slept well recently. For like, three months. Factors: stress, the weather, my 41 year old body, my social activities. Last night was bad. A combination of middle age and pouring rain and cell phones. Rain used to be a comforting sound when I slept. In my old house. In my new house the water rushing through the gutters loudly making me wake in a cold sweat thinking I need to get up and build an arc. And then there's my neighbors wind chimes. Wind chimes that are lovely on a warm summer day while you're sitting in your backyard bbqing with a beer in your hand. Wind chimes that when you close your eyes, you feel as close to Africa as you can be. Wooden and whimsical, the sound it makes is enchanting. Unless it's 3:00 am on a windy night. Then it's annoying and reminds me of someone turning the handle of a jack-in-the-box over and over.
Bzzzzzz. Bzzzzzz. That's what I heard about every five minutes during the hours of 2 am and morning. Someone's cell phone was buzzing and it wasn't mine. I could hear it through the floor. Thing One says it wasn't hers. Thing Two says it was Thing One's, she could hear it too. New rule. Cell phones get turned off at night.
