Mel Gibson in Braveheart screaming his final word, “Freeeeedom”. Now that’s a rebel.
Grandma? Surely you’ve got to be kidding. When it comes to avoiding conflict, I’ve got professional status. Over the years, however, I’ve frequently heard that term applied to me. Usually when I’m just doing something the way I want to. That’s what happened yesterday.
November is a week away and I’ve pledged to write a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Some folks begin on November 1st with just an idea, others have prepared an outline and done some research. But the goal of the NaNoWriMo challenge is to write the 50,000 words in November.
I’d come up with some ideas, done a bit of research and produced a sketchy outline, which has already been substantially edited in my head. Could I actually write a novel in a month? That nasty troublemaker, Doubt, crept to the front of my mind, rudely shoving novel thoughts out of the way. That’s almost 1700 words a day, longer than any chapter in Convictions, which usually required three or four days of writing effort. NaNoWriMo is not about finished work. It takes a “quantity over quality” approach. Turn off the internal editor and write. Even so, that’s a lot of words. Were there enough hours in the day to do this?
Late last night, I decided to find out. With the rest of the house in bed, I sat down and began to type the prelude to my novel. Two hours later, it was completed and a bit over 1700 words. Doubt lingers but has been relegated to a dimly lit storage room. Once again I’m focused on what need to be done to prepare for the month.
Yes, the writing is not supposed to start until the 1st. Cheating? No, I’d prefer to think of myself as a rebel.
Throw out 90% of the refrigerator’s contents? Insane? Not if you saw the contents. On Saturday, Calico will be bringing home lots of edible food. But it won’t last long, if we can’t refrigerate it. So today we bit the moldy bullet and tackled the job of cleaning our refrigerator.
Psychiatrists lay the blame for many of our problems at our parents’ feet. The condition of our refrigerator is my mother’s fault. Perhaps it was growing up in the Great Depression, but she couldn’t bear to throw away edible food. Half a green bean left after dinner? Put it in a plastic container and wait three months. It will be much easier to discard when it’s covered in an inch of mold. No wonder she dreaded cleaning the refrigerator. When she finally did, she enjoyed the results and swore she’d never let it deteriorate again. But a few months later, it would once again be filled with containers more fit for antibiotic research than human consumption.
I knew that I would do better when I had my own home. To some extent, I did. I was never guilty of trying to preserve atomic-sized food remnants. But if there’s enough for a single serving, I rationalize that it could be incorporated into another meal or used for any easy-fix lunch. That does happen, but not often. I am NOT my mother, Then why do I hear myself saying, “From now on I’m going to clean this regularly.”?
13 things we removed from our refrigerator today.
- Five containers of sour cream. Each holding about a teaspoonful. If you count the mold
- A huge container of beef stew. It was a wonderful stew and could have made another meal. I think that was the plan, but it got lost in the depths.
- Most of a chocolate Christmas penguin. I’m not sure if my granddaughter ever tasted it. But it was so bad that even chocolate addicts like Calico and Grandma hated it – even when it was fresh.
- Four maraschino cherry containers with a little liquid in each. Not a cherry in sight.
- A hardened lemon.
- A hardened lime.
- Dozens of crispy little pieces that had fallen out of something with a Mexican scent. Thought they must be taco chips, but they turned out to be petrified burrito.
- A vegetable crisper that was almost full… of soggy veggies.
- An almost full container of Cool Whip that had gone bad. If you’re not familiar with the stuff, let me assure you that this takes a LOT of aging.
- Several wrapped dinner plates that my granddaughter had half eaten. She’s always asking to have something saved. And the sins of the parents (and grandparents) are visited on the children.
- A pork chop. I think. Not brave enough to search below the blue covering.
- The newest formulation for super glue. We really should have it analyzed. A chisel and several power tools were required to remove it from one shelf. And it had securely bonded two rather hefty containers.
- Taco meat. Several small containers of it. One of them was less than a week old. But we couldn’t figure out which one. Safety ruled and we threw them all.
I’ve already reached 13? But I’m only on the first shelf.
I know. Today I was going to talk about the future of Convictions, my first attempt at a novel. It’s not dead, but it is being postponed until next spring. Hopefully, it will not be covered in mold, when I take it out of cold storage.
Yesterday, our dog was exonerated of any wrong doing in the absence of posts from my blog. Today, we’re looking straight ahead. Really straight. No looking back at previous posts. No participation in favorite memes. No work on Convictions.
National Novel Writing Month is just a couple weeks away. My daughter, a participant in previous years, is already brainstorming her next novel. I’ve decided to join her at this event with the hopes of writing a rough draft of a new novel, Essentials. Check out the link and consider joining us in this challenge.
The rest of October will be devoted to a rough outline of my new story and a little research. I’ll share some of that next week.
Am I dumping poor Beth? Leaving her at Redemption House, forever at the mercy of the evil Pastor Bob? Check back tomorrow to find out.
Why haven’t I been posting? Didn’t the title tell it all?
Okay. There’s probably more to the story. Or maybe less. But it’s not nice to blame our sweet border collie, who has no interest in virtual meals. Let me try again.
My health isn’t the best to begin with and hot weather makes it worse. 2010 was the hottest summer of my life with temps over 100 for many weeks and a heat index that climbed into the 120′s. Cooler inside, of course, but still approaching 90 degrees on many days. It was a rare day when I felt sharp enough to get my thoughts together and write something.
I’m a creature of habit. I had posted every day since starting the blog. I know myself. If I miss one day, another will follow. Soon there will be blogless weeks and months. And there were.
Blogging is like housekeeping. Do a bit each day and it’s not that hard. Skip a few weeks and you’re buried in chaos, unsure what to tackle first. Half of October has been spent trying to sort that out. The blogging at least, the house is still pretty chaotic.
So what’s been sorted out? Tune in tomorrow and I’ll tell you.
Posted on October 18, 2010 4:15 pm under General
What? You say there’s egg on my face? Where have I been? What have I been doing? What’s happened to Convictions?
Patience my friends. I have answers for all of these questions. Check back tomorrow to learn more.