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A kazillion dollars worth of toys, video games and movies, and son number one is doing one of my TaeBo videos from ten years ago and son number two is playing with a 'gingerbread man' he cut out of a piece of printer paper.
*shakes head*
I miss scening my old characters. I've been teased with it the last few days and only want more.
11,842 words and counting. AND... I leave for New York with my handsome husband in two days. Food, Theatre and sleep. Not necessarily in that order. Plus Mom and Tom and my aunt and uncle (who's also an actor) will be there as well. Fun vacation with adults!
So I need to write lots and lots before we leave, because I doubt Nolan's good will with Nanowrimo will last if I'm banging away on the laptop in our hotel room till the wee hours of the morning.
For another disjointed paragraph with no transition, I ask this: When I get to a scene that I've been looking forward to, with both main characters in the same room alone, and then my brain stops and throws up a roadblock... how is THAT fair? Nolan said to just set fire to the roadblock and drive through. Thank you, BOY, for your assessment of the situation.
But it appears that's what I'm going to do. So I've got to go commit literary arson. See you folks later.
*shakes head*
I miss scening my old characters. I've been teased with it the last few days and only want more.
11,842 words and counting. AND... I leave for New York with my handsome husband in two days. Food, Theatre and sleep. Not necessarily in that order. Plus Mom and Tom and my aunt and uncle (who's also an actor) will be there as well. Fun vacation with adults!
So I need to write lots and lots before we leave, because I doubt Nolan's good will with Nanowrimo will last if I'm banging away on the laptop in our hotel room till the wee hours of the morning.
For another disjointed paragraph with no transition, I ask this: When I get to a scene that I've been looking forward to, with both main characters in the same room alone, and then my brain stops and throws up a roadblock... how is THAT fair? Nolan said to just set fire to the roadblock and drive through. Thank you, BOY, for your assessment of the situation.
But it appears that's what I'm going to do. So I've got to go commit literary arson. See you folks later.
