By the way, if you added it all up, it wouldn't be 50k on here. I left out chunks here and there. This part follows the section I posted entitled "being self-indulgent," and as self-indulgences go, it's really something. There's a great deal of blather simply because I was too desperate to get to the goal to bother telling the story; this is a risk of getting behind on NaNo. Done properly, that shouldn't be necessary, and so. That's your warning. I will say that there are a few nice bits mixed in with the insanity, though.
For the next hour, Steve poured drinks, we all ate hors d'oeuvres and made small talk.
Jason Korman commanded my attention for a little while. Jason is one of the people I'd known ever since starting school, thirty-five years ago. He'd been an unusual speciman for our class, as his parents were divorced and he lived with only his mother and little brother. He stayed with his father and his father's new wife on weekends. I found Jason's mother very interesting, because she wore jeans, and told us to call her Peggy. I mean, my mother sometimes wore jeans, I knew, but Grandma never did, even after women started wearing pants every day, and most of the other moms only wore jeans at that time for gardening or camping trips, that kind of thing. But Peggy was just like the other moms in most ways. She was a room mother, and made cupcakes with little candy pumpkins on them for Halloween. That year my mom made little ghosts out of square shooters, which were cube-shaped lollipops. She covered the candy cubes with a piece of tissue, tied a ribbon around the stick, and then drew faces on the fat part at the top. She and Peggy got along well. I know that some of the moms thought she wasn't quite right because her husband had left her, but Mama and Grandma said that was none of their business.
Our power went out this morning and was off for a few hours. The wind here has been strong and wild all day, and I hear it's going to get worse. We spent most of that time in the library, I suppose on a separate grid, since all around them there was no power. The public internet service was down, but I managed to send an important piece of correspondence using one of their PCs. I find those so strenuous, you all must just have a whole different set of computer synapses.
One of our bedroom windows and the bathroom one that's on the same wall aren't as secure as all the rest, and the blinds are moving from the wind outside. I know many of my neighbors are in the high wind advisory area, too, hope you've hung onto your power and roofs and whatnot.
I have a lot of else to do, so I'll be behind on neighbors and comments for another day or so.
And for those of you who read along with the 12+ NaNo chapters, well, that's set aside for now, probably til the end of the year. I have decided it's a better story than I thought in the beginning. But as a "novel," it suffers from a hundred readability and getting-it-together problems. In other words, it's awful, but I'm comfortable with that. Only I have three of these now, and it's time for me to take a hard look at them to see whether they're worth really writing into books. I feel best about last year's effort, but I like all three stories, at least as they appear in my head.
More importantly though, I have to get my children's stories together, and also get the samples of my other types of writing online. And I'll be getting back to making this blog more humorous and more informational, saving most of the personal thoughts for just the neighborhood. It's time some of you got to know a bit more of the bibliosylph and the pedantic bohemian sharing brain space with Emily Sears and merbelle. Yes, it does get crowded in here, but we all get along. :-)