The Colts just won a game I'm not so sure they should have. Well, they really shouldn't have. But they're undefeated going into the New England game next weekend. I look forward to their annual game, but then I dread them at the same time. Much too nerve racking.
I've been participating in National Novel Writing Month, or NaNo as we call it. This is my first year. I'm working on the sequel to Playing for First. This is reeeeally a rough-rough draft, as it should be since we're not supposed to be editing as we go along. I have no idea where I'm going day to day. I know where I want to get by the end of the book and I know what I want to have happen to the characters between here and there...it's just the getting there that's fun.
Buddy is happily munching on a bone, laying on the floor between Phyllis and me. Phyllis is reading Lori Lake's Gun Shy. Every twenty minutes or so, she says, "She can really write." Yes, she can.
Okay...the games are turned off. Time to write and then go back to reading Brenda Adcock's Tunnel Vision.
