Did I say that? What I meant is that NaNoWriMo is finally over. Whew! I’m elated. I did not finish my novel, nor did I finish editing Anaedor, the Second. But I did manage to cut down four trees with my husband this last weekend.
That counts for something, doesn’t it?
I think NaNoWriMo is hard to say, probably because I say it wrong. I say the Wri part like ree instead of the correct way, rye, which makes a certain sort of sense, but is much less fun to roll off the tongue.
Do you even care?
Yes, you read that right. My mom called the cops on me, and I didn’t even do anything wrong. Loyal readers, you know I can’t go too long without something strange happening in my life. This is the latest.
It all started on a wet and wild day…
For the last of my Halloween blogs this year, I am actually going to write about something happening in November, and I’m not talking All Saints Day. I am talking about a challenge. This challenge is so scary that I’m not sure I’m up to it myself.
What is it, you ask? Well read on, oh intrepid ones!