My Novel

So my sister told me that November is National Novel Writing Month. There's a website that sponsors writing a novel in thirty days. (NaNoWriMo.org) So, I'm going to write a novel. Yes, you heard me, I'm going to write a novel. Sure, the only real reason is to say that I've written a novel. It's one of those things like not eating candy anymore that is satisfying just because it's hard (and out of the ordinary). I am supposed to start Nov 1 and I have no idea what I will write about. I'm pretty sure it's going to turn out lame and sappy, but that doesn't really matter (I have to keep telling myself) all that matters is that if I finish in a month I will get a great certificate saying I am a certified novel writer. Hmmmmm. That didn't sound as impressive as I thought it might. Oh well. My sister is doing this as well, and we've promised each other we won't back out. 50,000 words in a month. I can do it, even is it's trash. The way I see it, a lot of stuff out there is trash anyway, so I'll just be in the norm. Hopefully I'll be able to come up with some idea in the next three days. I'll keep you posted.

Frills

So, I've never really been a frilly girl myself. Sure it's fun to dress up sometimes, but mostly, give me my jeans and a well fitting t-shirt (by the way, I'm in the process of constructing my own pattern so I can make the perfect-for-me t-shirt.) Janie is a different story. We fight every morning about getting dressed, unless she gets to wear a skirt. She doesn't like me doing her hair unless I put a bow in it. I just acquired some bows from my neighbor, and apparently I need to make more because it saves a lot of argument in the morning. I made some tutus for the girls' Halloween costumes, and she loves to wear hers around, she calls it her 'ballerine.' Too bad I don't know much about ballet, then I could teach her something. The word is still out on Leah, but I gave her my name so maybe she'll be more like me?