Later that day...

"Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work." — Stephen King

Okay, I came, I wrote, I surpassed my goal.

I have a grand total of 3,128 words. That's the joy of having the scene already figured out in your brain. My plan is to get at least a third of the 50,000 words done in the first week... because the second week is a killer. Always has been. And, yeah, maybe I set myself up for it by thinking that way, but if I'm well ahead then it's not going to hurt much one way or the other.

One thing popped up in my story, though, that was unexpected. While Sunny was putting something away in the garage, she noticed that the place was packed to the gills with boxes. Keep in mind, Sunny hasn't been home in nearly 15 years, so these are all from her deceased mother.

What is in all those boxes? Sunny and I both want to know. I haven't a clue.

Any thoughts?

So far we've met Sunny, her best friend, Mirabelle, her nemesis, Tiffany and ... Spence. Our hero.

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For all you NaNo-ers out there: how's it going?

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It's still dark out, but I'm waiting to see if my bird feeders are still in one piece. I left them out overnight for the first time, hoping the bears have settled in for their long winters nap. But, when I took Dd out to potty at about midnight, there was some loud rustling in the woods... Dd got all puffed and growly (she's so tough... ha), and I really hope it was a fisher cat or some other nocturnal creature, and not a bear.

Guess I'll find out in 45 mins or so.

Have a great day!

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