We’ve had a fun-filled Halloween weekend. Dances, parades, and parties. Oh my!
The boys each have a bag full of candy and have been in and out of their costumes several times. Hopefully today won’t be too anti-climactic for them. This afternoon they have class parties and a parade at school, before trick or treating tonight.
So, what is your favorite spooky read? I love Neil Gaiman’s Coraline. It may be the creepiest thing I’ve ever read. The expression “button eyes” has new meaning for me now.
My littlest ghoul likes Where’s My Mummy? by Carolyn Crimi and illustrated by John Manders. I don’t know what A-Read would pick. At the moment he can’t get his nose out of The Last Olympian by Rick Riordan (the last in the Percy Jackson series).
Share your favorite Halloween, ghost, or just plain creepy stories in the comments. And have a safe and fun Halloween!
One more week until NaNo, possibly the biggest writing challenge I’ve ever undertaken. I have an outline, I know my characters, I THINK I’m ready. I’m not as ready as I usually am, but I feel okay about that. We’ll see what happens on November 1st.
Luckily, I’ve been living the life of a full-time writer for the past month and a half. Time is helpful for a high word count. I don’t know if that will continue through November (RocketMan hopes not). I have just applied for a job with a local language center and my toes are crossed (I need my fingers) that I’ll get an interview.
There is also a week to go until Halloween. A fun holiday, but a lot of work for parents. I don’t love this time of year. I don’t like to be cold, I don’t like the smell of decay, and I don’t sew. However, both boys have costumes and don’t need me to sew anything this year – thank goodness! I am ready to have some chocolate in the house (NaNo fuel!).
What do you need to help you through NaNo?
If you don’t NaNo (or write), tell me your favorite Halloween memory.
I’ve been feeling pretty overwhelmed for the past week or so. Halloween becomes more and more complicated each year. In addition to shopping for some of the pieces to my boys’ costumes, I also ended up making a cowboy vest and a small messenger bag – both out of felt. I don’t consider myself crafty. I don’t have a sewing machine and only know the absolute basics of hand-sewing.
So…I did okay. My boys are happy and they look adorable. Phew. Check Halloween costumes off the list.
It’s time to do the paperwork for my next afterschool French class. A good number of kids have registered (yeah!). Lesson plans await. Is this difficult? No. Does it take time? Yes. Sigh.
My mother is about to turn a certain age. I will not say more than that for fear of her wrath.
We’re hosting Thanksgiving this year. Enough said.
Chanukah will be early this year. Like, the Wednesday after Thanksgiving early. Oy vey.
Then there’s Kwizera. Why do I feel so much pressure to finish revising this novel? I have no deadline. No one is waiting with bated breath to read it (other than my ever-loyal and wonderful friends and family). And there is so much else to do.
But I know that I will never realize my dream of getting Kwizera published if I don’t finish the dang thing first.
So there it is. The pressure I put on myself.
And I keep the pressure on by arranging deadlines with critique partners, worrying about changes to the manuscript, and constantly thinking about various aspects of the story. Is the beginning good enough or should the story begin earlier, or later? Is the ending satisfying? Does it provide proper closure? Is enough going on in the middle? Is the main character active (she drives her story) or passive (the story happens to her)? Am I using cliched language? Is there enough emotional impact?
Are you dizzy yet? I am. I think I’ll go get some M&Ms – the revising writer’s secret weapon.