I am going on strike.
Against the calendar.
It is not allowed to be the last week of November. I was talking to my ‘big brother’ (a very good friend) on Thursday, and as we were wrapping up he said “I know I need to let you go, there are only nine days left in November.”
To which I responded, “SHUT UP. I am not thinking about it.”
Yeah. I’m not taking this whole ‘end of November’ thing very well.
Even though November has pretty much chomped down on me and spit me out half-chewed. I’m ready for Christmas, but I need Tabby to be okay (we’re making a slightly unexpected trip to the vet this afternoon, because he’s not eating enough, and we need to see why), and I just need life to calm down.
I had so many blog plans for this month, too, and most of them have just fallen into the wayside…
1. 50k words on Stars for the Dead.
I am caught up! If I’d written yesterday, I would be ahead, but my brain pretty much just went “We’re going to take a break now. Have fun!”
75k is so not happening.
2. Major progress on Catalyst revisions.
I am laughing so hard at myself.
3. Exercise 3x per week.
And laughing even more… I’m going to make an effort to actually turn on Wii Cardio Boxing this week, though. And there’s a Planet Fitness opening two miles from my house, and I’m considering a membership. We’ll see…
And now for the in-depth NaNo update…
NaNoWriMo 2013, Days 18-24
Words Written: 40,002/50,000
Characters Killed: 5 (2 flashback, 3 in the actual storyline)
Excerpt (completely unedited, so ignore the stupid, please!):
“Fetch a lodiwa, Dina,” Naho wiped away the sand between them first, “and come chat with me.”
Lodiwa. Dina hadn’t even noticed the basket of them sitting on the table, and her eyes widened at the sight. She’d started to become accustomed to a bit of extravagance in her time with the eheo – accustomed in the sense that she didn’t feel dizzy at the sight of so much stuff anymore, but she still felt it was a waste much of the time, despite her own generous upbringing – but this was absolutely stunning.
Dina was used to the limitation of one or two lodiwa to a person per day, even if they were purchased in the market or at the heoati. Each woman in the eheo had been given at least two lodiwa per day, but this… this was almost overwhelming. Heaped in that basket on the table, there were at least fifteen lodiwa, and Dina was sure there were actually more than that.
Ldho must have caught sight of her awestruck gaze, and he crossed over to the table and retrieved two of the lodiwa, then returned to her side and lifted her hands, setting the fruit in her grasp. He chuckled quietly as he pressed his hand against the small of her back and gently nudged her toward Naho. “Go ask your questions, Dina. This is why I asked her here.”
“Thank you, your majesty,” Dina whispered. She still wasn’t sure what to think of the weight of the fruit in her hands. Two lodiwa at once? She didn’t remember ever having experienced anything similar in her life.
Naho sat on the hearth in front of the fireplace, and Dina cautiously sat beside her. She nearly offered her second lodiwa to the other woman before realizing that Naho held a half-eaten one in her hand still. Instead, Dina set the second one beside her on the hearth, and brought the other one up to her mouth. There really wasn’t any pretty way to bite into one of these, and so she cupped her other hand underneath her chin, hoping to keep any of the juice from dripping on her gown.
“His majesty says you are joining the Otwlh,” Naho said as soon as Dina had chewed and swallowed her first bite of lodiwa.