First off, I give thanks to my Sainted Wife, who has not only put up with my NaNoWriMoing, but has been actively supportive of it.
I also give thanks to my Talented Daughter who, with minimal foot-dragging and haranguing, has been doing a great job writing this year, too — and has, in so doing, made it easier for me to do so.
(I have to also give thanks to my In-Laws, who have put up with my Anti-Social Writing Bouts whilst they are here, having traveled here just to see me, headphones stuffed over my hears, leaning over a keyboard.)
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All that having been said, I’m pleased by how the past few days have worked out. Kay and I did a writing session yesterday pre-Thanksgiving Guests, for an hour. That got us a little ways in, albeit short for me. And then today I was able to crack down for a while and get up to my necessary mark.
“Why don’t you ask Roger?”
“I’m asking you.”
Josie leaned back in her chair. “Look, Chrys, I like you, and I like Rog. I am not getting in the middle between the two of you, if you’re having some sort of tiff.”
I leaned over toward her. “I didn’t ask you to pass judgment on what was going on,” I said. “I was asking you for information.”
She crossed her arms. She wasn’t the type to intimidate easily. “Call the Operator, sweetie.”
I reached out, taking one wrist and pulling it to the side, turning it slightly. She gasped, slipped out of the chair to one knee. “I am not inclined to banter, Josie. Tell me what I want to know.”
One more Write-In scheduled, tomorrow, and then the last three days of NaNoWriMo. I will, in fact, hit my word count, if not the end of the story. Looking forward to it!