It has been five days since my last post. My goal of four posts a week has sadly fallen behind. I like to think I have a great excuse.
This past Monday began an annual writers event called Nanowrimo. In the month of November we are challenged to write a complete novel of 50,000 words. It is an enormous effort if you’ve never done it before. Despite working four twelve hour shifts this week, I have managed to log in around 12047 words for the week and am amazed I can do it. My reasons for entering the challenge are to push my abilities to write. I know I can do it. I want to find how dedicated I am and can I really get a story on paper in less than six months time. If I am ever to sell a manuscript, I better show more productivity than one book every year and a half. (Editing cam be very consuming.)
Enough of this. I really want to do a little post about one of my kiddos.
This past week was the last football game of the season. Ironically we spend the first games in shorts and tank tops and worry about overheating in the afternoon sun. To say nothing of the blinding western sun as we watch the game. The last game is spent hoveled under an umbrella and wrapped in layers of clothing while sipping hot chocolate. And this last game was no different. Shivering in forty degree drizzle, I watched my majorette do her last performance of the season. But that only, after realizing I left the memory card for my camera inside the computer, which sat on the desk at HOME.
Our son came to my rescue, delivering the tiny necessity just, just in the nick of time – seconds before the half time show. Needless to say, the plays of the first half of the game were lost to me. All I could do was watch the clock tick away the minutes, praying the timeouts prolong the progress of the play.
Then we have this….
Mine is the pretty girl third from the left. She drops her baton, but recovers admirably. Love watching this over and over and hope you enjoy it too.
This is my piece of heaven this week.