Day Thirty--she rested

Okay, so my goal for NaNo wasn't the same, but I did it. Yay! I finished Scorched. Woo woo! I'm a winner.

So, now that I've finished a book for the month of November, the holidays must commence. I'd planned on writing a story for Genre Wars, but unless I really get a burst of inspiration today--that may go by the wayside.

However, that's not to say that I'm done and ready to sit around. I've been cooking on Honor Six. I'm still waffling on whether to wait until January on querying Honor Among Thieves. (Thank you to my wonderful three beta readers, btw. Amber, Catherine, and Tina--you all rock.)

Then, there is the reality of me.

Getting my kids to school this morning--I don't know if you felt it, but I was forced to move both heaven and earth in order for them to get their socks and shoes on. Plus, I was scrambling to fill out permission slips so that B can see the nutcracker this week. Of course, the homework that wasn't--last night--turned out to have been the homework that was forgotten this morning.

The car is still over-heating. I'm still searching for the bright side on this one.

Today's big task is none of these things, though--I'll be free-hand sketching yards and yards and yards and yards of silhouette scenery on black construction paper for our church's annual nativity exhibit. (Hundreds of nativities on display--it's amazing. Last year, I painted a large stable with animals and everything for a live nativity--I thought I'd be off the hook this year. Hah! ) This should be a note to self: Do not allow people to find out that you can free-hand sketch. (It should be a note to self, but it's too late. They know. They start searching for me immediately when any painting or sketching needs to be done. Where is Wendy? Wendy can do it! Wendy lacks the ability to say no! Woo woo! Find Wendy and rope her in.)

So, I'll be busy most of the day. I'm hoping to get around to blogs later tonight--well--other than posting inappropriate posts in Diana's blog--which had to happen immediately. Snicker. In the immortal words of Bones from Star Trek-- "Damn it, Jim, I'm a writer not a saint." (Right now, my mom, if she is reading this, is torn. On the one hand, I've just sworn--on the other, she's a hard core trekkie and it's completely her fault that I've been breathing Star Trek from the cradle. What a quandary. She'll probably still lecture me--it's knee jerk. She's been told via my sister aka 'the Narky Mcnarkster' that there is a wild orgy of untamed lust in the tenth Sarah book. Sadly, I will be too busy to answer the phone and receive the lecture. Le sigh. See, Mom, I speak French too in here. You'll have to pardon it.)

Okay, I should really go get ready to sketch until my fingers cramp up and must be amputated.

Good luck to those still trying to crank out a NaNo win.