Samhain has passed. We're all on the dark side now... :o).
When I last wrote we were full of excitement about Pickle's first experience of trick-or-treating. We left treats at the bottom of our path (the route to our door being too genuinely dangerous for kids high on sweets in the dark) clenched between the teeth of a skull and lit only by the world's most menacing apple. (A Crawley Beauty, if you were wondering.)
Just before we set off, Thomas rushed to get his mask. Sadly for those of us with a sadistic sense of humour, he noticed and evicted the hibernating wasp before he put it on. But as you can see, he failed to notice the massive spider about to crawl into his eye.
Strangely, given how attractive he looks in that mask, Pickle cried and he had to take it off. Then, when we met up with our friends, one of them had full Sith face paint and she got truly terrified. Slightly mollified by being in my arms rather than in the buggy, we carried on, but every painted face caused her to cling to me in such desperate horror that we soon turned back. If I didn't know face paint existed, I'd have been running for the hills too - if only to avoid catching something!
Samhain is our anniversary of being together (five years now), so we'd planned a babysitter so we could go out once she was asleep. But, after her traumatic evening, we just couldn't bear to risk her waking without us there.
Fireworks night was far more successful, but Thomas has taken the camera to the sea, so more of that when I'm here next.
And that may not be soon. I'm in the midst of National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo to those in the know) and attempting to write 1667 words a day. As a compulsive editor, I can delete faster than I can produce words, so to give me any chance, I've resurrected a novel which I've been ignoring for months... or, actually, years. It turns out to be a) bordering on chick lit and b) bordering on good. Still trying to work out how those happen simultaneously, but that's how it is. I'm up to 11,885 words, which is on target (to save you the maths) and appreciating being online so much less. Maybe it's the 'net rather than the screen which gets to me.
If I stay on target, I'll give you an update on my progress; and if I don't, I'll make my excuses on the other side. (Now those I could write about at great length!)
Wish me inspiration!
Best of luck with the writing, Lunar! See you on the other side of November then!
ReplyDeleteI've just found your blog via the local nanowrimo fb page and I'm so glad I did, what a wonderful read. Good luck this month (I'm getting further behind by the second, lol).
ReplyDeleteThank you. I'm just popping in. At wordcount (25141 to be precise), but swamped with other things too, so maybe a post in the next week if you're lucky :o).
ReplyDeleteNice to meet you Hermit Witch. I'll look you up on FB. Good luck to you too.
Happy New Year, and good luck with the writing :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Ronnie. The writing's come to a premature halt, but that's okay. Maybe this is the lucky path :o).
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