The novel writing contest starts in a few hours, and I’m still not sure what I’m going to write. I mean, I have a concept…but that’s a long shot away from 2000 words a day.
Trick or treaters have finally stopped…we were getting nothing but driveby’s at this point…and frankly, teenage boys, who are bigger than me, wearing masks and with the ability to drive themselves around, are not really the sort to make me willing to open my door to have the house cased, so we just turned off the lights. Which means I still have a whole bag of snickers bars left! Whooo!
(Yeah, cause what I really need, with the 30 pounds I’ve already gained in 9 months of pregnancy is a pound of chocolate bars…)