Hump Day, Dump Day…this was yesterday

Naturally, the day I post enough novel dreck to sink a battleship Michele sends folks over. I think I’m supposed to be grateful but, geez, there I sat in my pajamas, painfully gasping for words like a fish on the deck praying for a return to the sea.(Sorry, NaNoWriMo is bringing out the drama mama in me.) So, does Michele like me or is she out to get me? In either case, I had more wonderful visitors yesterday, when I could least afford them- thank you, thank you, thank you. Really Michele- I appreciate the nod. Believe it or not (or not) I will get around to say it in person to everyone who came by.
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Problem: NaNoWriMo is hard to type. From here on in it’s Nano. Got that? Nano. When last we left Nano our heroine was standing, as small and average as could be, on the midway at the Michigan State Fair. And although the carnie could come within mere ounces of everyone else- fat, tall, skinny, lean- every year he failed to guess her weight. That’s because she is totally lacking in substance. Her brother, Stewart, is spending more money than she has ever seen on the arcade games and losing every penny. Her father is gazing longingly at steer genitals, imagining the fine breeding stock, if only he hadn’t left the farm and married a New England princess. And her mother is wandering restlessly around the jelly and jam contest worrying about germs and girt (grit + dirt = girt) grit and sweat. She has no idea she is pregnant with her third child, who will be the third most beautiful baby ever born, ever, and become our klutzy, waif-like heroine’s lifelong nemesis. (That will bring Betsy out of the WMU closet, guaranteed. Remember, it’s FICTION.)
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FingersThe second most beautiful baby ever born is doing well at five days. Never have I seen such elegant fingers. This baby, at four days, had her hands fully open and gracefully tracing objects unseen,  examining the air space in front of her nose. She’s incredibly well finished off for a newborn and I know this stuff since it is, actually, my area of expertise. Not fiction writing but Neonatal development. It’s true. I trained with Barry Brazelton. Maybe you’re too young to remember. Anyway, Alexis is simply stunning with these delicate digits of exploration. Sometimes she brings them together and pops them into her mouth and sucks quietly while staring at you in that blurry eyed yet intent way that infants do.
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I’ve been trying to keep the hot meals coming. You know that bread I made two days ago? Well, there’s a problem. Beyond the obvious one related to the yeast.
I did, in fact (not fiction) heave the loaf out the door at the tail-less squirrel, failing to note that that little metal paddle thing that kneads the dough was embedded in the loaf like fossil in stone. The possum dragged the whole loaf off last night- we saw her doing it- but it didn’t occur to me until tonight that the paddle was missing. So where do you think I might find it? I mean now that there are 4 inches of leaves covering the acre of yard and who knows where that rock of Gibraltar ended up. I suppose a consolation prize would be if the possum ate the metal part and died. I hate that wicked looking creature. And that’s saying a lot coming from a nature/animal lover like me. Possums are most foul.
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The first and foremost beautiful alien baby ever born is alive and well in Florida. She’s half way through her first term and loving everything about school. She did trip over her modem cord and pulled her computer off the desk with a resounding smash and crash of parts so her father bailed her out with a new laptop. Good thing too, because, with two people writing novels under this roof, there’s not a whole lot of income being generated. I get to see her in less than two weeks-yes, yes, yes!
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Yes, yes, yes. FG continues to write like the whirling dervish he is. He’s up to almost 8,000 words. His novel takes place in 1963, features 4 brothers and neighbors who are building a bomb shelter. It’s good, too. I’m gonna smack him. At least he didn’t get the bright read Nano sticker I got by going over to the regional meeting at Espresso Royale Caffe. Rich chose to play golf instead. The writer’s group was everything I imagined. And more. or less. I’ve stared the competition in the face. And now I’m going to watch Trading Spouses.

17 responses to “Hump Day, Dump Day…this was yesterday

  1. Well now … microsoft ate 30 minutes of my work. Not good. I have been shortening it to NaNo -can revise to Nano both are one in the same.

    I know who Dr. Barry Brazelton is! I watched and read him when the oldest was incubating. Sometimes he struck me as a bit too civilized.

    I can’t log in over at nano -wtf?

    I may start all over with something else. I am really struggling.

    Keep up all the good work and when you pass the brat’s word count you can thumb your nose at him.

  2. FG is something. Keep it up, V. You’re good. But no more coffee for you!

  3. Vicki, that baby is so beautiful. My most hearty congratulations to all of you. You are a lucky group over there. As you already know, I love the writing; you could write about — bread — and it would be riveting.

  4. Brazelton? I remember him. Always liked his calm manner in the face of hysterical mothers. He reminded me of Mr. Rogers a bit.

    OK, so what are you going to do without that little paddle? It is getting cold, hot bread is a must and the bread machine is too.

    Alexis is darling. I think Nyssa first focused on Cassie, one of my now departed Siamese cats. Cassie didn’t like to hear people sing, whistle or cry. She would pat Nyssa on the head with her paw or just put it on the blanket next to her and sit and watch. Seemed to work, Nys would stop crying and stare.

    Good luck on the writing.

    My mom had her first check-up with the surgeon yesterday and all is well. Her bionic knee looks good on X-ray and she will graduate to outpatient therapy from in home therapy soon.

  5. Brazelton? I remember him. Always liked his calm manner in the face of hysterical mothers. He reminded me of Mr. Rogers a bit.

    OK, so what are you going to do without that little paddle? It is getting cold, hot bread is a must and the bread machine is too.

    Alexis is darling. I think Nyssa first focused on Cassie, one of my now departed Siamese cats. Cassie didn’t like to hear people sing, whistle or cry. She would pat Nyssa on the head with her paw or just put it on the blanket next to her and sit and watch. Seemed to work, Nys would stop crying and stare.

    Good luck on the writing.

    My mom had her first check-up with the surgeon yesterday and all is well. Her bionic knee looks good on X-ray and she will graduate to outpatient therapy from in home therapy soon.

  6. I would think that, you being so far above average how could you write fiction about Ms. Average and/or Less Than? You should be writing a story about a really smart dame who can write circles around her husband, the jock. Me? I could write a story about a below average guy who has the worst batting average in either league but perseveres because the dumb things he says are so sappy everybody wants him around.

  7. I know who Barry B. is too-I am too lazy to spell out the name. The baby is adorable and does have beautiful hands. Both my girls do also; Alison’s are very long fingered. (great for piano) You are so ambitious to write a Nano novel!

  8. What a beautiful baby. I love her little starfish hands.

  9. I love finding out that other’s are doing nano too!!! You can do it! 🙂

  10. Isn’t it T. Barry Brazelton? I remember him too, and he took up where Dr. Spock left off.

    Alexis has got beautiful long fingers – I prredict a hand model some day!

    Good luck with the novel.

  11. Isn’t it T. Barry Brazelton? I remember him too, and he took up where Dr. Spock left off.

    Alexis has got beautiful long fingers – I prredict a hand model some day!

    Good luck with the novel.

  12. I love Brazelton. Did you really train with him?

    Beautiful baby.

  13. Hey there. Just wanted to let you know that I really really enjoyed your site. I spent quite a bit of time poking around and loved hearing all your stories. Especially the great relationship you seem to have with your kids. You sound like a cool mom! I am probably around the same age as your kids and so even if they don’t tell you I will tell you that those amazing college visits, shopping trips and support parents give mean the world to us. I think I should go call my mom…. haha I added you to my blogroll so I remember to come back soon!

  14. What is amazing to me is that a fine writer, mother, neonatoal expert, and bread baker/thrower can also be Miss October!

  15. …er, neonatal, that is…

  16. Yes, Judy- T Barry Brazelton is right but he goes by Barry. And he had a great combover, too. This was back when he was writing the Neonatal Scales of Infant Development- an amazing project! The book/manual has photos of 24 hr infants smiling- and it’s not gas.

    Bonnie- Didn’t you retire? Anyway, that’s Mary and I’m going to let her join my NEW support group, moving on from empty nesters, where we all try to do more yoga and lose 5-10# before Christmas.

  17. Second most beautiful baby!!! that only leaves one spot and i wanna know who gets it.

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