it’s not about you

I’m blogging from the Bay Bridge. At 60 mph. Behind a wifi-enabled bus.

God, I love this town.

I just crossed the 20,000 word threshold.

i hear the 20,000’s are novel purgatory. I’m beginning to see why.

But, damn. It feels good.

Thanks to all who donated to my Write-A-Thon fundraising. I got sponsored for the rest of the amount and got to go. I wrote over 5,000 words while I was there and met some really cool people.

More later.

Killian has added “teeth” and “stinky” to his repertoire.

Well, you know, kind of.

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beautiful.

I’m sorry, but if I made half as much money as Britney Spears does, I would hire myself a driver and never get behind the wheel of a car again.

That girl has run over two paparazzi, a police officer, hit a parked car, and run red lights. WHY does she still have a license?!?!?

I just broke 10,000 words! Woo hoo!

Too bad I still have over 8,000 to go to catch up with today’s word count.

Anybody want to babysit?

So…

I was looking at my stats and noticed that someone found my blog by searching for, “is it bad to leave a gas stove on all night?”

Really? You had to google that? I can give you a quick answer:

YES.

It is BAD to leave a gas stove on all night. Let’s all pause for a minute and hope that question was merely hypothetical, shall we?

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Okay, so I know I’ve told many of you that I’m doing nanowrimo this year. Next Saturday - a week from tomorrow - they are having a Write-A-Thon here in San Francisco, and I would really like to go. I need to raise $200 in order to attend. The link above (and below) is to a page I’ve set up where anyone can donate. The catch is, they’re only allowing the first 200 people who raise the money and respond to attend the event.

I wasn’t going to attempt this, but Cynthia made the point that I live in San Francisco, where the event is taking place, unlike all the other thousands of people who live elsewhere in this country and couldn’t go no matter how hard they wanted to.

So.

Live vicariously through me. Help me go. If 20 people donate $10, I’m set. And to show that I wouldn’t ask for money for that which I wouldn’t do myself, I’ll donate the first ten bucks. There. Now I only need 19 people to donate $10.

If my novel gets published, (and why not? there are plenty of bad authors in circulation already…) I’ll dedicate it to anyone who donates.

You DO love me, right? Right?

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I learned an important fact about bunk beds tonight - vomit makes a much larger splatter pattern from six feet up. And trying to catch it doesn’t really help all that much at that angle.

Anybody know where I can rent a carpet cleaner?

Or is it just Killian?

I’ve been assured that, no, having a boy is in fact different than having a girl.

Monday morning, two days after throwing my shoes in the toilet, Joshua was getting the kids dressed for the day in their room, I was still in bed, trying to pretend the day didn’t yet exist after we had been up all night with the little creature. I heard this panicked, “Oh God…oh God…oh God…” coming from Joshua in the kids’ room and I sent a panicked, “What? What? WHAT?” back.

Joshua carried Killian into the doorway of our room and said, “He got my coffee.” Joshua had set his freshly-poured, full mug of hot coffee on the desk in the kids’ room while he got them ready, I assume, what he thought was far enough out of Killian’s - er, I mean Stretch Armstrong’s - reach.

Killian had grabbed the mug, and was holding it out in front of him at an angle, spilling hot coffee all over the wood floor and the edge of the rug. Joshua was afraid he had burned himself, but praise Jesus, the only coffee he got on himself splashed up from hitting the floor onto the hem of his pajama pants.

Their room still smells like coffee, but not in a good way, and we now have a nice little stain on the rug. I knew we should have Scotchguarded that thing.

Last night, Robin kidnapped me and we went to a coffee shop in our neighborhood to double our word counts for NaNoWriMo, and apparently, while I was gone, Killian knocked some DVDs into the turtle tank. I woke up this morning to DVD cases and inserts spread out all over the main bathroom drying by dehumidifier.

(I stand corrected. Killian knocked the DVD’s into the turtle tank this morning. Until I’ve had coffee, I don’t know what the hell is even going on)

We’re so in trouble.