I will be devastated when my ancient iPod finally dies.
I’ve been cheating a bit at this years NaNoWriMo. I’m doing the writing, but it’s not a novel. I’m writing a personal history (sounds slightly less ridiculous than “memoir”). A friend posted on Facebook that it was the anniversary of the Jonestown massacre, and that reminded me that it was also the anniversary of my family moving from northern Indiana to the tiny not-even-a-town Metamora, in southern Indiana.
We moved on November 18, and on the 19th, I crushed my hand in the rusty gears of an antique cotton gin. It was sitting on the porch of the house we’d rented, and the big kids were trying to loosen the gears. Don’t ask me why. I guess it seemed like a good idea? I put my hand on the gear, intending to help, at the exact moment the gears finally loosened and moved. My hand was was crushed, and I ended up getting a bunch of stitches. The ring finger was the worst, but the most visible scars are on mah fightin’ finger.
I’ve actually been pretty good about keeping up with NaNoWriMo this year. In fact, I’ve been slightly ahead most days, when I register my word count on the site.
I have a desktop computer I could be writing on, but it’s in the spare bedroom, and if I’m writing, I’d rather be at my work table. I’ve been using my tablet, and even my phone. For just the brute “getting the words down” part, I’m using Evernote. I’ll move it all to Scrivener later, but for now, Evernote lets me easily sync across devices. I can write on my phone, then pick up my tablet two minutes later and everything is synced. (And yes, I could effectively do the same thing using Box, but it’s clunkier.)
I did not plant columbine. I don’t know where this one came from, because it’s in a bed on the opposite side of the patio from where the established columbine is. That columbine didn’t come up at all this year, but this one popped up in October. I love columbine, so I’m not complaining. I just hope it had enough time to get well established before it freezes completely.
It was finally cold enough to put on Thomas’ coat.