So, fine. I didn’t earn all my swell Nanowrimo badges.
I did write a swell beginning for the next novel in my series and hash out an outline for that book as well as the next book. And I earned the Creative Nonfiction badge by placing barely disguised friends and family members into my novel as characters. Although, if I’m being perfectly honest, I earn that badge everytime I write. Sometimes, I even earn a few good-natured threats to sue me if I don’t remove certain things about certain characters in my novels.
Next, I learned a little thing or two about cleaning, due to the fact that I spent Thanksgiving, as well as the weekend, with a throbbing sinus headache. Thing One is that I disturbed the perfect balance of dust and germs in my home, thereby releasing said dust and germs into the air and straight up my nose into my brain. Thing Two is that I always harbored a sneaky suspicion that cleaning was highly overrated, and now I have scientific proof that dusting and such will make you sick.
Finally, one of the Junior Halls shared that a college friend visited my blog. The conversation went something like this:
JUNIOR HALL: So this friend said she checked out your blog. She was like, “Hey! Do you ever read your mom’s blog? ‘Cause she’s really funny!”
ME: Why, thank you! Do you read my blog?
JUNIOR HALL: Um, no.
ME: Not ever? At all?
JUNIOR HALL: Do you want me to say yes? ‘Cause I sense that you want a certain answer here.
I’m putting that in my next novel. And I’m not even bothering to cleverly disguise it.
I think, when you add the conversation to your next novel, you should have him wearing a tu-tu or something terribly embarrassing. Call it payback…with interest.
It reminds me of that episode of "Everybody Loves Raymond" where no one reads Ray's sports column anymore except his mother-in-law who walks through the snow to read it at the library. Or something like that. :)If you make peace with the dust bunnies, then they won't attack. Sign a 2011 Dust Peace Treaty or something. (Of course, I start to worry when the dust bunnies get bigger than the tortoises…)
You are onto something with the dust bunnies unearthing the germs. My family doesn;t read my work either unless it's something I DON'T want them to read.
Tanya, I'm pretty sure I have a pic of this Junior Hall in a tu-tu. FAB idea!Madeline, I remember that episode! LOVE that show. Ray knows exactly how I feel. 🙂 And Linda, at least they're reading something :-)As for the Dust Bunnies from Hell, I've learned my lesson. It's not nice to fool with Mother Nature.
Give the boy credit for honesty, mom. THEN put him in the tutu.
Ha! I love it! My kids never read my blog, let alone my books. When asked why, the younger one rolls her eyes and says, "Mom, you've already told me all the stories in the book–I don't have to read it!"
Some nice articles around here. good work.
Hey Cathy,Hope you're feeling better and the dust bunnies have moved on.Over the weekend while my grandson was off four-wheeling, I cleaned out his room (still not quite finished). I must've stirred up some major dust monsters because he woke up Monday morning, proclaiming he was sick and couldn't go to school. I took his temperature, and as I read the thermometer, he proclaimed, "I'm not lying no matter what that thing says."Donna
Hahahahaha! I love that kid.:-)(And thanks, feeling better. From now on, I'm letting sleeping dust bunnies lie. Um, no pun intended. 🙂
I love your theory on cleaning. You're absolutely right! Glad you're feeling better.
Thanks, Deb. Feel free to incorporate that theory into your own home philosophy-:-)