My Feet Hurt, My Turkey's Tough, and I Ain't Done Writin'

Actually, the turkey wasn't so bad after all -- a little chewy (whatta ya want for a free bird?), but very juicy and tasty. And, no, it's not the official eat-yourself-sick day, but it's the Friday after and we just ate our second culinary salute to American over-indulgence. With gravy. And the musical theme from The Waltons playing in the background. No, really. Kids, grown kids... what can I say?

My feet do hurt -- too much standing on the world's most uncomfortable floor while cooking too much food. But now I have them propped up and they will get better and we have enough food to last through the weekend while I finish this book (refer to blog title to refresh your memory). In fact, with the amount of work I have to do on the book, it will probably be fanny fatigue that gets me in the end (HAHAHAAA - in the end, get it?)

And I will finish. Because now I'm pissed and anger is my best motivator. Angry at what? I'm glad you asked that question: angry because while ripping up cornbread to make dressing this morning, the entire, correct story arc for this book suddenly came to me -- WAY too late. No, I am not about to start over with a book that only has a 30-day shelf life anyway. But it does make me want to get it done and out of here immediately. Good thing since the deadline is already looming.

However, I am seriously considering not taking a break, but diving right into the December NoMo extension with the rest of the group who didn't pull it off in November. I can start by writing a new synopsis for the next book -- words are words, after all, and the count tallies them anyway. There is something very inspiring about being part of a group of people who are trying to do the same thing you are, and the encouragement and encouraging are most welcome on the more difficult days.

Like now, when I have to get up from this comfy couch where the late afternoon sun is massaging my shoulders, and head back into the kitchen to rip the rest of the turkey from its bones. Yum.

Then I get back to writing.


Followed by pie...