NaNoWriMo and Tidbit Tuesday

For anyone who actually follows my blog and knew I intended to participate in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) I just thought I would fess up that I didn't end up getting even to 2000 words. Now, I'm not saying that the novel I proposed writing won't ever be written by me, but the truth is that between Tiana's surgery, other doctor's appointments for everyone else in the house who got sick, and then Thanksgiving break with the kids home, there was just no way I was going to get my head into churning out 50K words in 30 days.

Over on Pimp My Novel, I was reading his post for today and the lamenting that he may have been inappropriate to diss the NaNo. What I liked best was the comments section where a couple of writers talked about doing solo NaNos where they choose their own thirty day period to knock out a novel. They called it a SoNoWriMo. That sounds more like what would work out for me. The muse was nowhere to be found in November for me. Anything I wrote would have been garbage anyway since my head wasn't into it like it needs to be. I would have had to completely rewritten the whole thing in the editing process.

So that's that. No NaNo for me this year. Maybe next time.

The music of the moment is Harry Connick Jr. I love his voice and think he's pretty cute to look at too. This is off of his "Your Songs" album that I just borrowed from the library. I enjoy the old time sound of the music he does. He has a classic sound reminiscent of Sinatra. The current song is "Besame Mucho (Kiss Me Much)" I think it would be perfect for the book I have planned Blame It On the Samba. The song "The Way You Look Tonight" just came on! That is one of my all-time favorite songs. I love Harry Connick Jr's version and Tony Bennett's too.

Now for the Tidbit Tuesday. Wow, it's been a long time seemingly since the last one I did. This is just a snippet from The Council. Of course, as I said yesterday, The Council is up for some major rewrites. However, I don't think this is part of what will be rewritten and edited to death. This is at the beginning of the book and is a scene set in the kitchen at Elyssia's house between Elyssia and Evander.

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As had become completely the norm in my house, Evander was sitting at the breakfast nook table drinking coffee and talking with my dad when I entered the kitchen. Ever since I recognized that we were linked as soul mates and the ordeal with Jackson’s father, Liam, was over, Evander had been at the breakfast table any morning my parents didn’t leave early for work. He had become a staple part of life in my own household and my parents could not have been happier.

Mom had just finished baking muffins for breakfast and was setting them out on the table. The warm and sweet scent was heavenly in the kitchen. I poured myself a cup of coffee, added some sweetener, and sat down at the table, grabbing a muffin right away. I loved my mom’s homemade muffins best when they were still warm. Evander leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “How did you sleep last night, my dear? Your mother mentioned you were having a hard time waking up this morning,” he asked politely.

I scowled at my mother, hating it when she did things like telling Evander every little thing about my behavior before I ever even had a chance to talk to him. “Not more than usual. You know I’m just not a morning person like some people, Evander.”

He reached over and gently stroked my cheek, reaching back and playing with my ponytail as he often did. “That’s okay, love. I didn’t say you had to get up easily or make any judgment on you. I was just asking you if you slept all right, that’s all.”