NaNoWriMo November 2018

Signed up to write a 50,000 word novel during the month of November. Thirty days from start to finish. Day one, I worked for a while in the morning, then two hours at my Writing Circle meeting in the evening. 2,846 words for the day.

Second day, November 2nd, working at home. Completed 2,196 words this morning for a total of 5,042 words for the month.

Need to average 1,667 words per day to make 50,000 so trying to stay at least 500 words daily above that in case something comes up.

Parkland Writing Circle

Joined the Farmington Public Library’s Parkland Writing Circle three weeks ago and I am really enjoying it. Have a hell of a time hearing anyone there, probably because of the acoustics in the rooms we meet. They are designed to keep noise down and my hearing being what it is, even with new hearing aids, I have to struggle.

Meetings are Wednesday evenings at 1800. Perfect for me. Mary went to the first meeting with me but that is also her church meeting night and she feels more obligated to be there so I go it alone.

We had a critique night this past Wednesday and were supposed to bring copies of our work to distribute for others to critique but I didn’t know about it so didn’t have anything to share. I’ve got one already typed up for next critique night and working on a couple others so I will have a choice of work. I look forward to see what complete strangers think of my writing.

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Using Microsoft Word 2016

I’ve spent a good deal of time learning to use Word 2016 in Office 365 Subscription to write a story or novel but it is starting to pay off. I’m starting to get the hang of it. I got disgusted with Scrivener because I couldn’t open a project in explorer to see if it was coming out the way I wanted, so I went back to Word.

I have too many pieces of software and am not spending enough time on the programs that actually could do the job I want them to do. Time to change that. Word, Photoshop, and Lightroom. Everything else goes.

Time’s Catching Up With Me

Loosing interest in things I’ve always loved to do. My motorcycles, photography, writing, even reading and surfing the web and learning things. Like to drive and talk to my dog still but who knows how long that will last. I want to take a long trip alone, drive to the mountains and get out and look off into the distance. Maybe even to the ocean where I can see forever. Just me. No responsibility to anyone else, no schedule, just me, my ride, and the open road.

And my wine. Oh, yes. Have to have my wine. Two glasses a day, a good Merlot or Cabernet Sauvignon or Pinot Noir, once in a great while, on a long day, a third glass. I don’t care as much about what I eat but I am fussy about my drinks. Coffee in the morning, wine in the evening, water the rest of the day.

I’m running out of time. Takes too long to do the simplest of things and there are way too many of them to do. And there is nothing to look forward to! I need to be free! At least one more time before it’s all over, I want to just hit the road by myself, not worry about where I am going or when I have to be back. Decide where I’m headed next when I get to a fork in the road.

If I could break free, I think I could write something, maybe nothing but a journal, but something worth reading, even if only by my kids. Me and Buster could hit the road in the motor home and do our own “Travels with Buster” book. Wouldn’t it be great! Three months on the road with my little mutt, no schedule, no bitching, no waiting for someone to crawl out of bed with the day half gone. Or watching them take two hours to get ready to go. It would be so nice!

I could take the motorhome with a rack on the back for a motor scooter with a rack on it for Buster to ride on, sell my motorcycles and invest in a nice used scooter. We wouldn’t need it very often but would be nice to have just in case.

I’m a dreamer. Never have got over it, but I’ll never get out of here until I’m so damn old I’ll only be fit for the old folks home and they’ll put Buster away. No winning, not now, too late and too many bad decisions. 

It’s 0151 and I’ve been up for nearly two hours. Have to take Lori back to Tennessee this morning for her orientation at the probation office and hope to get started by 0900 but had hoped for a good nights sleep first. Nowadays, I never know whether I’ll get a good nights sleep until the middle of the night. Thankfully, sometimes I do.

March 1st, 2018

0745 hours

Last Sunday, Mary and I drove up to Moberly, Missouri and bought a ten week old YorkiPoo Teacup, one pound, five ounces, and ten weeks old. We called him George Jones because he looked like a Possum but we will call him Jonesy.


Jonesy is supposed to be Mary’s dog since Buster has taken up with me but she doesn’t play with him enough.