So, yeah, I'm back from NaNo and Thanksgiving. Let the spam commence!


No, really though. NaNo kicked my ass in about 87 thousand different ways. Mostly because 99% of the time I just can't write that fast and be remotely happy with my output. And if I'm not happy with what I wrote, I have a really hard time moving on.

That's not to say the story is dead, though. No, I'm going to keep writing it because I love it so, but at my own pace.

Meaning it'll be done sometime in 2050. :)

Kidding, kidding. I have big chunks of the story playing out in my head, totally completed and just waiting for me to commit them to paper. In particular, Jeremy is harassing me to get him introduced.

Another of my problems is that I let myself get sidetracked by projects related to the story. Like, last night I spent quite a bit of time trying to bend Excel to my will in order to produce a three strand timeline. I think I was brain dead though because I just couldn't get the data formatted in such a way that any sort of recognizable chart was produced. Dammit. I will prevail, though. No Micraposoft progam is going to best me.

Aside from keeping dates straight (and avoiding another March 27th disaster) the timeline is also quite important to the other side project I want to undertake. I have some of it done, but I can't really finish it until I have the timeline fixed. Hee. I can't wait to do that project. (carolinecrane you'll have to watch your mail when I finish it...)


In other news, Thanksgiving was quite pleasant. No one in my family got pissy with anyone else, so that's a switch. My brother was drunk, but that's not a switch. Since the parents are divorced and neither is willing to give ground on Thanksgiving, we always end up doing two meals on Thursday. Dad's wife doesn't cook - at all - so every year we go out around lunch time with him and it's actually not bad. The wife (or as my grandma referred to her, to her face, "That Woman") is strangely devoted to my dad. I find it creepy.

Anyway, after watching Detroit walk all over the Packers, we were off to Mom's where we found La Pauletta and her hubby tanked on Bloody Mary's. We hung out there and ate and drank until about 8pm when we all toddled back to our respective houses.

My sister was in rare form, though. One conversation she had with La Pauletta made me die with laughter.

My sissy: "So on the way home from the bar the other night, I ran into Luke Swboda at White Castle."

(background, my sissy dated Luke briefly when she was in high school. His nickname is Tripod due to the fact he supposedly has three testicles.)

La Pauletta: "Oh yeah? How is he?"

Sissy: "Hotter than ever. I can't believe I broke up with him just because we had different friends. I was an idiot. I told him to call me."

La Pauletta: "Why don't you call him?"

Sissy: "Yeah, I'm just going to call him up and say, 'Hey, Luke, how 'bout me and your third ball go see a movie.' God, Mom."

The conversation may have continued, but I was actually on the floor laughing so I didn't hear it if it did. I love that girl, even if she's now making more money than I am. I hate this fucking job.