As you know, I am deep in the trenches of NaNoWriMo. I started out cold on day #1, watching the curser pulse on the blank page for at least 10 minutes, before a crumb of an idea hit me. I have been plugging along, ever since.
My story is about a woman, an army widow of nearly twenty years, dealing with her spoiled wayward daughter. Oh, there is a whole lot more happening... You know how I write. It's coming right along, although, my characters seem to have minds of their own and are trying to race me to the end. Hopefully, I will make the halfway mark tomorrow.
Sometimes, I try to think of the right word and I get distracted. I clip my nails or play ladybug football with the bugs that fall on the keyboard. Naturally, I am thinking all the time, thinking about the dang bugs, what I'm going to eat for lunch, and I actually think about my story. It's all about the process. I am watching my favorite tree in the back yard, as the leaves are turning yellow then brown, and then spiral down in the wind. It will be bare before my story ends. It is a bit sad watching it go to sleep for the winter, but I enjoy the yawns as it becomes drowsy.
I think about you guys, every day, read your blogs when I can, and hope for the best. Take care, Y'all, I'll see you on the other side! (Of NaNo, that is)