Hope everyone in these United States of America has a wonderful Turkey Day filled with many blessings!

I’m currently sitting here being lured by the smell of the turkey in the oven. Yum!

Have a great one! :)

Literally. (And, amazingly enough, this has NOTHING to do with my struggle to finish my WIP!)

Thursday on the way to pick Science-Boy up from 2nd grade, I ran out of gas. Yes, you read that right–Ran. Out. Of. Gas. What can I say? I’m an idiot!

Although, in my defense, the gas gauge hasn’t worked ever since some dork hit us on the gas tank side of our van. I always try to keep track of how many gallons of gas I put in the car and multiply that by the estimate of how many miles per gallon we get out of the van. But, this time I misjudged.

The good news: I was only about 50 feet from the entrance to the gas station. The bad news: I was on the main road that runs through the town where drivers routinely drive 50+ mph (the speed limit is 45).

Luckily, after about 5 minutes of increasing freakage, some good samaritan came by and pushed me into the gas station. I was still about five minutes late picking up Science-Boy, who was handling my lateness with surprising calm. But, once he saw me, he stomped over and gave me THE LOOK. The one that said, “Oh, boy, you are in so much trouble for not being here when I got out of school!”

Did I mention, yet, that I’m an idiot? 

A quick fly-by post. I’m here. Sorta. Just busy, and trying to recommit myself to finishing up the last of Her Own Best Enemy. I see the light at the end of the tunnel….I’m struggling a bit because I’m obsessed with making it perfect, but I’ve decided to stop arguing with myself and just write it the way I need to write it, whether that is “perfect” or “rough”.

I can do it,
Yes I can!
If I can’t do it…
Well, then I’m in deep doo doo.

Come January, a-agent-hunting-I-go!

Okay, this is just weird.

I’ve always done my writing in Courier New font, because I figured that was standard for submitting a manuscript and this way I could judge where my word count is going and such. I’m the kind of person that has to set my margins up and format my document before I even start writing a draft. I even have to break for chapters. It’s part of the reason why I don’t think I’d ever do well with an Alphasmart.

This week, I dove into a new project (as part of an unofficial NaNoWriMo) to take my mind of of Her Own Best Enemy for a while, because the difficulty I’ve been having with the ending had me seriously freaked out. I formatted the document as usual, but decided to “walk on the wild side”, LOL, and write the document in Times New Roman instead of Courier New.

Well, you know what? For some strange, miraculous, reason, it seems to make my writing flow better. I know, I know. Scoff all you want, but it does. This afternoon, I opened HOBE, cut the chapter out of the ms, pasted into a new document and changed the font to Times New Roman. And, oh, my, it’s actually flowing and meshing and….and making sense! *insert happy dance here*

I have high hopes that I’ll finish this extremely pivotal chapter this afternoon and be ready to go onto the next one tomorrow! Oh, yeah, bring it on! I am on the quest for the Holy Grail (otherwise known as finishing this book!). 

Most children LOVE pizza. Not so, my boys. Daredevil will eat it…usually only about one small piece, but Science Boy would rather scrub the toilet with a toothbrush (oh, wait, he probably WOULD get way too much enjoyment out of that one. LOL!) and actually has refused to even try it because he claims it “looks yucky”.

I don’t know if every school has this program, but at my boys school they have a Book-It program where each month they read 11 books (or in Science Boy’s case, since he’s older, he sets a goal in minutes for each month). If they meet their goal, they get a coupon from Pizza Hut for a free personal pan pizza.

Daredevil earned his and then basically refused to let the thing out of his sight until we went to Pizza Hut, where he had to order it by himself and order it first. (both of these were strongly stressed.) The other day, Science Boy earned his from October and decided that he wanted to go and that he was actually going to try a cheese pizza.

Except, once we ordered it and the pizza was in front of him, he went into meltdown mode, saying “he couldn’t do it”. Couldn’t pick it up on his fork. Couldn’t stick it in his mouth. Nada. You’d think we were torturing our child by the way he was acting. It was insane.

I did finally manage to get him to try one bite, which he chewed a couple of times and then promptly spit out, declaring it “yucky”.

If this is how he acts with something as yummy as pizza, I’d hate to see the reaction if I tried to feed him brussel sprouts.