Okay, I have spent most of the day thinking up and then rejecting ideas for the NaNoWriMo "write a novel in a month" story lines.
My mother even called me with her idea for a story.
I am beginning to understand the many entries by Rachel and Louise about their assignments from university. The blind panic of not being able to think of anything whatsoever to write. ( I apologize my dear girls if I ever took your panic lightly )
Other than this, everything is hunky dory.
Warm, dry, unseasonably so, but still just fine.
Tomorrow the man is coming to clean our clock.
(Not to beat anyone up. But really, to clean the grandfather clock)
It hasn't ticked a tock for about 6 months.
It will be nice to hear it chiming again.
Okay, off to brainstorm novel plots and characters....