NaNoWriMo

Because September is nearly over, I find myself looking forward to the usual things: cooler weather, Halloween, candy, and writing fiction until my eyes cross.

That’s what Fall means to me.

A little while back, my husband (then fiancé) and I went to San Francisco on vacation to visit friends. These friends are very special to me because I “met” them online during NaNoWriMo, and we’ve grown very close since then.

NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) is an annual challenge in November for writers to create at least 50,000 words in thirty days. If you succeed, you win. If not, at least you have some words!

But it’s not only about writing at an insane pace, locked alone in a room. NaNoWriMo is (well, it can be) a very social activity. In fact, two of my buddies met online during NaNo, and later they started a relationship and moved in with each other! Another friend drove into town to play the violin at my wedding.

Writing together can really bond people. We joke about our ridiculous plots, we war over word counts, and most of all, we encourage each other to keep going. When I write at other times of the year, I feel myself missing the flurry of excitement that comes each November and the friends who will commiserate with me over characters gone astray.

So, now that NaNo’s in sight, I’m starting to count down the days. Let’s get ready to write! ☺

Abandon ship!

I live in Florida (near a lake), so cockroaches are just a part of life. We clean up and put out the usual bug deterrents, but there's no way to eliminate every single one.

Yep, I'm about to tell a bug story.

This morning, while I was getting ready for the day, I saw something brown scuttle across my bathroom wall. From the corner of my eye, it actually looked like a scorpion. I'm not an expert on scorpions, but I'm also fairly certain that I don't want them in my house. So I jumped back, alarmed, and found with relief that it was just a roach.

Let me clarify: I don't like roaches, either. Scorpions are just a bit scarier.

Only this roach looked... wrong. Deformed or sick, maybe. Something was hanging off of its back end.

Imagine for a moment the kind of horror that rushed through my mind as I tried to figure out what terrible, radioactive chemicals were leaking into my house and actually causing the insects to develop frightening growths. I stood there in fear and disgust, my jaw hanging open and my skin crawling. 

It got away from me before I could react. That thing is still loose in the house, even as I type.

Later, of course, I realized what I had seen. This was no nuclear bug. It was a roach with an ootheca -- an egg sack.

Aw, the miracle of life.  *shudders*

The way I see it, roaches (and a number of other insects and arachnids) are real-life monsters. Think about it: their feely legs (far too many of them), their preference for dark, dirty places, the fact that many of them literally feed on your blood, the way their eyes are nearly always hidden from clear view, their ability to climb walls and fly and land in your hair at just the worst-possible moment...

Obviously, I have to give up my territory to the invader. There is no way I can win this battle. Every time I come into contact with it, I will stand trapped somewhere between terror and nausea, and the monster will defeat me. So I'm sending up the white flag.

I was never cut out to battle monsters.