So my novel-writing begins tomorrow. I’m not ready. I had planned on figuring out a little bit more of some of the back story, but of course that didn’t happen. I still have tonight though. Three hours and counting… I did however finish my daughter’s Halloween costume. She was a chicken. Yep, a chicken. And of course the only chicken costumes I could find were for adults or infants, nothing for a pre-schooler. That left me with the lovely task of wrestling feather boas onto a shirt. Not the easiest thing to sew onto something I might add. First I had to find them though. We were able to find a chicken head-piece, but of course it was for an adult so I had to alter it to fit her and it was yellow. I went everywhere, but no one had yellow boas. After the fifth store or so I got wise and started calling places. Still no one had yellow except for a sex shop about 45 minutes away and they only had two (the only reason I called them was because a search result online listed them for boas. I was desperate!) Although I did think about it, I wasn’t about to take my daughter to a sex shop for feather boas. Luckily a lady in one of the stores I did go to, gave me the idea of dying white boas, so I loaded up on white feather boas. I wasn’t even sure they would take up dye, but luckily they did. After a few sessions of dying with food coloring I had yellow boas and orange tights. Can you believe it? I couldn’t find orange tights anyway either. Orange! It’s Halloween, I should have been able to find orange, but nope. Then I had to make my costume. I was an egg. I also had jam to make. I still have some to make too before the fruit goes bad. We’ll see how that fits in with the writing I’m taking on this next month with NaNoWriMo. Not to mention I still have to get ready for the birth of baby number two in December. Let’s just say I have my work cut out for me. I’m excited though in a scared sort of way. Even though I don’t think I’m going to reach the 50,000 word goal, it’d still be nice to try for it or for finishing my book. It’s such a daunting task though, even breaking it down to 1,667 words a day. That’s a lot still. I wonder how many days until I fall behind? Pessimistic? Maybe. Maybe just a realist. I’ll give it my best shot though. Here’s to the next month and the unknown and the wonder of getting my book going!