Month: December 2014

  Tis the season for sparkly cat vomit. (Cats + Tinsel. You do the math.) It’s the season for my 16yo to prance around the house like a velociraptor in a Santa hat saying “Chrisssstmmaaaass…” “Child, did you put the dishes away?” “Chrissssttmaassss…” “Did you feed the cat?” “Chriiiiiisssstmassss…” “Do you want some gravy?” “Chriiiiissssssttmmmmaaasssss…” It’s the time my inner Evil comes out, as I wrap the three new videogames that are cool but not what she asked for in the same wrapping paper (no disguising box either, she KNOWS those are games), and then hide the game she begged me for in the very bottom of the only gift bag, with another present on top so she’ll be more surprised when she finds it. It is, alas, the time of year when I run out of holiday spirit well before the holiday. It doesn’t help that I’ve been sick for a week and my 16yo is currently down an excellent impression of a seal. 

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Here we are with my final progress report for my Year of No Fear.  It has been a crazy year, and I did accomplish a lot.  But not everything on my list, unfortunately.  So here’s the run down: Ice skating – My first time was 1/4/14, and I didn’t fall!  Hubby and I managed to get out another two times, plus one last Saturday, 12/13/14.  We are planning on doing more after Grave Touched is turned in. 

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I don’t mean to be tagging along on Siri’s coattails, but perhaps it can’t be helped. This was the first year in a while for both of us to attempt Nano, so of course we’re going to want to talk about it.  Unlike Siri, my wrists haven’t been hating me any more than usual, so I threw myself into the idea full force–50K, on a brand new project (I did Nano in 2011, but did a story I’d already started–second draft, even). And I am pleased to say that, in the end, I pulled it out.

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I’ve won National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) multiple times, but this year was my first time tackling it since 2011. And I didn’t win — I only hit 15,000 words. (For those of you who don’t think in word counts, that’s just under 1/4 of the way through the novel I’m writing.) Here’s what I (re)learned… 5. NaNoWriMo is not worth killing your wrists over. I’ve had on-and-off wrist problems this fall, and as soon as I started to push for higher word counts, the problems flared up again. I backed off right away and wrote all of 300 words in the next five days, before cautiously starting up again. I’m still trying to pinpoint how much I can comfortably write without physical consequences (current guess is at least 800 words a day), but I’m in this for the long haul. I’ll do what I gotta do.

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