The last day of November and of NaNoWriMo and I’m amazed to say I managed to get it across the line with 50,545 words with hours to spare.
Three-quarters of the way through NaNoWriMo and dare I say it’s going well. I’ve Hit the 36k target and this week has been a little easier than the first fortnight.
Half-way through NaNoWriMo and by hook or by crook, I’ve hit the 25k target. Let’s just say it’s a been a week of ups and downs as shown by the daily word count.
One week into NaNoWriMo and dare I suggest it’s going okay. I spent most of October doing everything and anything to avoid planning.
I’ve decided to dive into the deep end and have a crack at this year’s National Novel Writing Month. If you haven’t come across it NaNoWriMo is a yearly community event to write 50,000 words in the 30 days of November.
Well, this is a bit of fun. Peter Wyn Mosey has nominated Mused Blog for the 2019 Liebster Award. If you haven’t checked out his blog you are missing out on a real treat, he’s an immensely talented writer. If you’re quick enough you can participate in his 30 day writing challenge by setting him an interesting writing challenge.
I haven’t written many technical posts of late. I’ve been having far more fun writing fiction. My flights of fancy, however, came down to earth with a bump earlier this week when I discovered a couple of my sites had been hacked. Including this blog.
It’s been a truly British spring with a good mixture of showers, that one week when it seems summer has arrived early and everyone gets super excited, followed by the inevitable and entirely predictable icy cold temperature reality check.
Where does the time go, another month has shot past. The influence of testosterone on Archer’s growth is becoming pretty obvious as he has started to look a bit “hench”, as the kids would say. He’s pounded on muscle especially around his neck and chest. It’s reached the point that his head is starting to look a little too small for such powerful shoulders. His feathering also seems more pronounced on the back of his legs, stomach and most noticeably his tail. On the odd occasion that something kicks him off, he truly is something to behold, chest out, head and tail up is enough to give anyone pause for thought, usually followed by a bounding climb down and lots of licks.
Along with the physical changes he’s starting to show a more than playful interest in some female’s, specifically a Newfoundland we bump into regularly. Twice now I’ve had to pull him away, he’s still not sure what he’s doing so he just does a bit of snakey hip dancing behind her, but the intention is there. Worse still when I’ve leashed him and done the walk of shame to the other side of the field, he’s feigned non-interest and as soon as I look away he shoots back off across the field after her. I suspect he’s going to find himself on a long leash more often than not at this rate.