National Novel Writing Month-- Nano

I’m preparing for my very first Nano writing experience and have been scribbling like crazy a rough outline for a book I'll try to complete in thirty days.
30 days?! Like, am I nuts? It generally takes me a good year to complete a first draft and another year to revise it. Whatever foolish notion makes me think I can come up with an entire novel in one month?
Well...I won't know until I try. And it’s supposed to be like unleashing your dog-- 'er, muse, (my dogs go nuts when I unleash them, running with wild abandon across the yard and into the woods) setting 'em free with no editing what so ever. No going back to re-write. This, I know, will absoultely drive me bonkers because I love to read what I've written. Really, and in case you haven't guessed, let me confess. I am my own favorite author. I can spend days, weeks...Months!! even reading and tweaking a string of dialogue or two, maybe sprinkle in just a tad more description to flavor the scene. No, on second thought, take that out because it slows down the pace. Twittle and change. It's what I love to do. See why I need Nano? I swear some folks really do benefit from a swift kick in the rear and I'm one of them. So, I'm planning to give the entire month of November my best efforts at completing 50 or 60,000 word novel titled, Road Trip.
It’ll be fun to see what sort of thing my creative muse comes up with when not forced into a certain plot. I've got a sketchy outline with Dottie and Earl Stone, two minor characters from my previous novel, Man of her Dreams. They were the parents in said story and have hit the highways and side ways for a little R & R. I'm anxious to discover what types of folks they'll meet along their way, traveling on the back of a vintage motorcycle. I hope the weather’s nice. Or wait…maybe a downpour would be more promising, with flickering bolts of lightning, could be raining buckets of icy water. Suppose the only shelter in sight is an abandoned mine shaft.
Oh, yeah. Definitely a possibility. Finally there’s more in November than turkey.
Good luck Nano’ers!

Farewell to All My Children

Things are changing so quickly that what's customary today will be outdated before tomorrow. I, for one, don't like change. Seriously. My furniture stays in the same place until Jim decides to move it. And although it has happened, I can only think of once or twice that I came home and nearly tripped over the sofa because it was shoved too close to the front door, while the recyliner was aimed front and center of the television.

And speaking of tv...the soap opera, All My Children, has gone off the air. It ended its run after 41 years. I grew up watching those characters, Tad and Dixe, Ruth and Joe...Erica and Jackson. I grew oldER watching them too. I enjoyed the drama played out every afternoon during my teen years and into my early married life. Only in Pine Valley could I find others whose problems were bigger than mine. At least it seemed that way. And I wasn't the only one to watch them, but lots of folks, for a time anyways, watched 'the stories'.

All good things come to an end. The network has replaced AMC with a food show called The Chew. I'm just curious that if no one is home during the day to watch the soaps, who's got time try all those recipes?

Before I leave, here's a song the 59th Street Bridge recorded called 'Feeling Groovy.' How does this tie into my soaps? LOL. Notice how I called them 'my soaps.' That's how personal they were to me. This song reminds me that everything will continue to change whether we like it or not. Remember the Chevy Van, peace signs and bell-bottoms? Yeah, me too. The only thing to do is enjoy the moment. Listen...'slow down, we're moving too fast. Gotta to make the morning last.'

I intend to.