Honey Chain

i’m minding my own business typing my novel when i hear hysterical barking from upstairs. it’s pal, i want to ignore him but he’s being too annoying. i go upstairs to find that the cats have him cornered in the dining room. i debate leaving him there. he looks so pitiful, i have to save him from the cats. now he is my constant companion. lucky me.

i’m still writing.

also, i got a new camera. woo hoo! i can take pictures again.

and in other news, the cats have started a “make the dogs move out” campaign. pal’s been barking at them a lot lately and he is working on their last nerve. misty isn’t doing anything special. she is a dog, ’nuff said.

i’m up to 16,000 words.

has anyone ever died of typing too much?

thanksgiving dinner, will it blend?

What Your Thanksgiving Meal Says About You

When it comes to the holidays, you do things your own way … and love it. You do whatever feels right to you.You see the holidays as a time to think about what’s important to you. It’s a good time to reflect and regroup. You like the more adult aspects of the holidays - parties, cocktails, and having time off from work. During the holidays, you are likely to feel energetic. At your worst, you feel bored. You consider yourself to be a bit of a purist, and you’re proud of it. You tend to spend your holidays doing everything and anything. You really get into the holiday spirit.

What Does Your Thanksgiving Meal Say About You?

stuck songs. i’ve had mickey stuck in my head all day. when i took a break from writing and went to the library i couldn’t stop humming it to myself. i gave the earworm to two more people. so in the spirit of thanksgiving i thought i’d share it with you too

because i’m a giver

now that i’m starting my novel over again, i am grateful for the dogs who still love me even though i’ve been less than lovable since last night.

it’s the sound of me freaking out. why? why am i freaking out?

my novel is missing. it’s gone! GONE!!!

i’ve looked through file after file and i can’t find it. i don’t know what i did with it. i don’t remember doing anything different with it. do you remember me doing anything different with it? of course not because i didn’t do anything different with it. where is it?!

you’ll have to excuse me while i go throw a foot stompin’ hissyfit.

leader of the pack is pretty awesome, too.

i’ve written 25,000 words. woo hoo! and also yay! i’m half done.

i’ll be sooooo happy when i’m all the way done.