Snow, snow, and more snow. eleven and a half inches in about fourteen-sixteen hours! I've just been scraping off the deck, and the snow was eleven and half inches deep. And, I had to scrape it again after I'd shoveled all the snow off - it was already white again. No question about it, we're having a white Christmas this year.
Everyone has canceled and I've been baking up a storm for the season: butter tarts, jam tarts, lemon tarts, a square, peppermint chocolate candy and rum balls. Oh well, we'll have lots of goodies for New Years - provided the weather improves.
I'd promised a while back to post on my NaNoWriMo experience.
It was tons of fun, enough that I might do it again next year. I made the wordcount, which tells me that I can actually write stories longer than about five thousand words. However, every book I've read says to 'show not tell' what's going on. That I couldn't manage, and I'm sure the story is riddled with cliches, even though I'd been trying - I read a book on writing character emotions before starting.
It's fifty thousand words of nothing. No drama, no tension, nothing happens to the characters, it's all backstory. There are some passages I like, but most of it. Well, I'm not inflicting the story on anyone as it stands.
However, I did it. I made fifty thousand words in thirty days!