PILE ON, BABY

I'm running a 500k, kinda. It's a NANO times ten.

The finish line is 500,000 words by midnight, October 31, 2011.
Who wants to play?!

Rules:
1. Every word you write counts, weather or not it is edited out. Even if it's on the page for a second, it counts. If you write a freaking blog post, it counts. If you write a long email, it counts.

The first point, Newanda, is to make writing as much a part of your day as breathing. The second point is to have a pile of manuscripts to show for it. Imagine! A PILE!

2.If you make it to half a mil, you get to buy yourself whatever you want. It's a RULE!

You may copy the widget to the right. (I suggest not leaving it too visible. Watching time slipping away is a little unnerving.)

THE AFTER-PARTY IS GOING TO BE A CELEBRATION...TIMES TEN!

Couch Carrot Time

It's kinda like a couch potato, but you lie down...

My father is getting married. Remarried. Lost mother 31/2 years ago. You know it hasn't been long when people still use the 1/2.

Well, I'm fine with it. Really. He's been dating this woman for 3 years--without the half. We really like her. She's already part of the family.

Boring, huh? You're right, it is. However...

What a great opportunity to write some emotion. I need to sop it up and wring it out into a notebook to be used for some character down the line who won't be "fine" with a step parent at all. It doesn't matter what she's like. It's what she COULD be like is the stuff classics are made of. After all, the original Cinderella story was probably inspired by a day like this; "Found out today that Daddy is going to remarry. There is a chance she is nice..."

So split up. You on one side and You on another. One is the patient, one is the doctor. Patient on the couch. Now You say, "Tell me how you really feel."

Take great notes!
Doctor MacQueen