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Secondhand Mom: Day 4

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NaNoWriMo Word Count 11/04/2009

12,645.

We’re four days in to NaNoWriMo, and I’m already a quarter of the way to winning. The only person I know of who is this far is Jess. (If I’m wrong, correct me!)

Do you have any idea how good it feels to be writing a story that is not only fun to write but is giving me the thrill of my life? It’s fucking amazing! It’s more than worth the aches and pains resulting from my regular problems and sitting at the computer writing for at least three hours straight every day. It’s exhilarating.

A few weeks ago (or maybe closer to two months ago), my Aunt Rikki asked to read a story that I wrote a couple of years ago (“Moon Prayer”). After she finished reading it, she looked at me and said, “This is what you need to be doing, Elizabeth.”

Since then, I have not been able to get her words out of my head. Because you know what? She’s right. I mean, yes, I’m a natural web designer. The HTML and CSS flows from me almost as fluidly as the words when I am writing a story that I fully submerged in. Secondhand Mom is one of those stories. I don’t have an ending yet, but I know that I am going to finish this novel this month, and it’s going to be my biggest accomplishment so far.

But enough of the sappy stuff and on to what you came here for: the daily toll!

Current Word Count: 12,645
Words to Go: 37,355
Cups of Coffee: 1 — a grande (medium) Starbuck’s Pumpkin Spice Latte. If I can have a constant supply of that orgasmic pumpkin pie deliciousness, I’ll do anything.

Pumpkin Spice Latte

Hours Spent Writing Today: Um. Four?
Number of Breaks Taken: A couple, just to give my body a rest and eat. And pee. (I need a catheter!)

I need a catheter

Number of Characters Killed: None yet.
Number of Times Writers’ Block Occurred: None!
Number of Times I Almost Gave Up: I don’t think it’s gonna happen!
Number of Chapters: 5
Number of Pages: 42
Favorite Character of the Day: Ric, my antagonist, but that’s only because I know why he’s such a douchebag. At this point in the story, I have not yet explained his assholeness. I will though, I promise! Not that the explanation erases the choices he’s made, but it will show that he’s — at the core — not a bad person. I can’t wait to see that transformation. I also changed the spelling of his name today. It was originally RICK, but I have another character — who isn’t going to be as minor as I thought — named RICH. I want to fuck with the reader as little as possible, because I’ve read some bad books that had too many similar names, so I decided that the best way to distinguish between the two was to spell Rick’s name without the K.

Anyway.

It’s late, I’m achy as hell, and as good as that Pumpkin Spice Latte was, it cannot keep me awake any longer. Goodnight, my lovely friends!

Politics, swine flu, and hot birthday girls

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I stayed up late last night writing and talking to Mike on Facebook. Yes, I know, we could have easily called each other, but it’s more fun to let Facebook’s messenger wreak havoc on our computers and stall everything. But that’s Facebook for you!

Yesterday was also Election Day. I so wanted Mr. Theriault to beat Jarjura out of mayor. I can’t stand Jarjura, and Theriault was my elementary school principal. I’m glad I voted though; I almost didn’t go because I didn’t feel like driving two seconds down the street. (What? I wanted to go to Barnes and Noble to write!) I convinced myself by asking myself, What if my vote is the one vote he needs to beat Jarjura? Unfortunately, Jarjura won. Again.

To make things worse, today is Wednesday and this? Is the longest week, ever. Can I say, however, that I have been possibly exposed to swine flu THREE TIMES and have escaped it? (It’s coming to get me, you know.) My four-year-old goddaughter has some sort of flu (Sandy is getting her tested to see exactly what strain), my Aunt Rikki has some sort of flu, and her daughter Katarina — who is two, almost three — also has the flu. My mom, who is a psych tech at the hospital, said that regular flu season hasn’t begun yet, so the state is saying that if you have the flu, odds are it’s H1N1 — swine flu. (H1N1 sounds like some nerdy fifteen-year-old boy’s name choice, complete with freckles, acne, glasses, and a sock to masturbate in.)

In other, completely unrelated and much more exciting news, I bought this little cube of Post-it notes that POP UP. You can pull them out one at a time! And the bottom has this little circle of rubber-like material that sticks to your desk like you wouldn’t believe. If you felt it, you would not believe that it actually sticks. And clearly I need to either get some sleep or get a life.

Anyway, today is also Hilly‘s birthday, who is fucking awesome. She’s also hot, which helps her awesome case. So go smother her with birthday wishes!

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