National Novel Writing Month starts today. I have an idea, something of a plot, a great back story, even a couple of characters… but no names. That’s pretty typical for me.
The kids are also doing it this year, and like Script Frenzy in June, they get to set their own word-count goals. I’m going to try to get them to write down a regular schedule so that they can manage their time well enough to finish it this year.
In other news… only four more days to the amniocentesis and scheduled c-section. I’m nervous, scared, and still looking forward to it. The stress is hard enough as it is just waiting this long, and I’m a little concerned about how he’ll fare when he gets out, but I really feel like we’re going to be avoiding a much worse situation by jumping the gun, and pretty much everyone on the medical team is with me on that part.
The contractions of yesterday have stopped, thank the goodness. I told Daniel that even though Halloween was an awesome birthday, being born on Guy Fawkes Day was even awesomer. Shea suggested that we make one of his middle names Fawkes for the sake of the day, and Joe and I love that idea. I think that if he’s born on any OTHER day, “Malcolm” will stand, but for the Fifth of November, his name will officially be Daniel Thomas Fawkes (so far – there are no guarantees either way until the birth certificate is filled out). Good god, but we’re geeks…
I will spare you the details of Adventures in Laundering (improvisation is mandatory when your place of temporary residence has no laundry service, and you keep forgetting to send your laundry home), as well as reiterating the overall worthlessness of hospital food.
Stray – I think your package arrived yesterday, and Joe is bringing it to me. Craft America?
And now, I try to write a little while waiting for Joe to get here with food.