Blogger Mysterioso

I have no idea why, but blogger is pretending that my last post never actually existed. I wanted to make a minor edit & discovered that my cute killer squirrel has disappeared into the blogger version of the Bermuda Triangle. Go freakin' figure.

Still have no time for blogging anyway. Much madness on the way to next weekend's Day of the Dead show & with continued NaNo nonsense. Still moving slow, but maybe I'll be one of those last-minute sprinter people. Even if not, the novel is coming along nicely and I'm really happy with it and my progress/process thus far. My husband is less thrilled with my thug/bootylicious playlist...he's a leetle bit sick of Ludacris, Snoop Dogg & Sean Paul. And I think Twista scared him. He's a patient, supportive man who understands my need for mood/subject appropriate writing music. Even if he doesn't like it much. Especially when he caught me singing "mutha-f*@#er get high, get low, get drunk" under my breath while shopping at the grocery store. Oops...

I can't believe how much I miss spending time visiting blogs, but it's just gonna have to wait a bit. So thanks to everyone who's offered words of wisdom, encouragement and cheerleading (yeah, I'm talking to you, Anne, Dink, Steve, Sandra, Trace, NaNo co-conspirators Daniel and Stephen and especialmente Mindy...I'm sure I've forgotten somebody - please forgive my tired brain). Here's wishing every last one of you a fab week of general goodness!