Nancy Bartholomew

Okay- Four days of the Novel in a Month deal = 12, 374 words! That's above and beyond my self-imposed 2800 word a day parameter.  I'm not saying they're good words, necessarily, but I'm on page 47 and that's farther than I've been in awhile.

My reward? I get to have lunch with Ellen before I go see private patients this afternoon!  We will have a two hour ramble.  That is a fitting prize for applying the backseat of my pants to the surface of my chair all week.

Someone wrote in and asked how I can do it and still lead a "normal" life.  Who said I was normal?! No, seriously...I used to write when the kids were small by inviting a group of their friends over and slapping a batch of cookies in the oven. While they played, I wrote at the kitchen table. 

The boys are self-tending now but I also work two part-time jobs, cook dinner most nights and try to keep up with my clogging.  So how do I do it?

Simple.  I don't.  Bit by bit, over the next month, things will slip.  In particular- the housework.  But when I'm finished, I'll attempt a catch-up before I begin my revisions.

Yeah, right. Like that'll happen!

In the meantime, I'm going to lunch to see if Ellen knows her stripper name. (You take your childhood pet's name and add the name of the street where you grew up)  Mine is Snoopy Lancaster.  Is that great, or what?  Maybe that should be my pen name.  I'll sign all my books, "Love, your best friend, Snoopy Lancaster!" 

I know, you don't have to tell me- I'm getting a little loopy already!