National Novel Writing Month is officially over and I managed to get into the 60K's before I quit to walk away for two weeks. It was...ahem...in my best interest. I think I'll dabble with the fantasy novel I've been trying to write since 1991 (yeah, I'm that f'king old) and/or just work on finishing Yule gifties.
I went to see the Doc this morning and he injected me with four (omg) shots of Decadron. Ou-fucking-ch. My right shoulder is a pincushion, but I'm praying for relief in 1-6 days. At the moment, I make Quasimodo look like a runway model.
Got to work 12 hours tonight, so it's time for me to officially call it a sleepy nappy time.
"When In Rome"
Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine the old doc knows
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home
Sayin', "No one knows, so I don't"Honey,
when in Rome
Where can a teacher go
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows
Hey those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home
And they'll burn 'em in the fireplaceTeacher,
when in Rome
Grab a blanket, sister
We'll make smoke signals
Bring some new blood It feels like we're alone
Grab a blanket, brother
So we don't catch coldFrom one another
I wonder if we're stuck
Where can a dead man go
The question with an answer only dead men know
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home
If they spent a lifetime learning
How to live in Rome
Reading the "Serenity" script and planning an online RPG.
Soon I'll introduce MJ, my primary character, complete with pics, I hope.
Hugs to all who've put up with me and my novel thing this past month.