Again with the Pens....and a Few Sticks, Too

Today I opened my eyes and warbled jubilantly. Actually, I opened my eyes and said, "oh fuck, it's already 7.00 a.m.??"  But nonetheless, I've been productive:

I will elaborate a bit on my NaNoWriMo novel, simply because my paranoid closed mouth really doesn't get me far in the world of blogging, now does it? So, the title is tentatively _Balsam River Blues_ (I swear it feels as though it's been used before...Google doesn't recognize it, though...and Google is all-knowing, right?)  It's set in a fictional Balsam River, not North Carolina. The main character is a boy named Tam who is dealing with the death of his 6 year old sister, Bitsy. He feels responsible and, being Literary Fiction, the plot is sort of loose and jiggly--but Tam and his 12-year-old sister Annabel are extremely vivid in my slightly askew imagination.

So I've taken notes and things are (sort of) falling into place. It's fun. Mostly.

I've got foam boards and thumb tacks everywhere. It is a literary minefield and I'm not sure I'm ready for the battle, despite my ammunition. I mean, bullets and guns are great, if you know how to accurately fire the weapon. 

I will one day post pictures--I swear I will, but, you see, my camera is on my desk in the next room. I am currently sitting in front of a bookshelf and...well...you understand my dilemma, don't you, dear reader? 

I also finished Nan's scarf. I wore it for photo purposes. It's soft and squishy and knit up super fast. That's me. I am making an odd face. My eyes don't normally bulge so. In fact, I think I am very normal most times. Nod and smile, dear reader.