with nervous trepidation

The ideas are there, always lulling around in the back of my mind. Some of them go away after a time; others continue to lollygag about and taunt me.
Twice I have signed up for NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month - a hysterically crazy idea that you can write the rough draft for an entire novel in one month), but the designated month of November is always one of our craziest months. One year I actually started and got to about 20,000 words (50,000 is the bare minimum limit), but had to decide that my family, home, and sanity were more important than mere ramblings.
But for the first time ever, there is now a Camp NaNoWriMo. It's being held this month, which my husband wisely advised against, and in the month of August, which I crazily just signed up for.
So sometime in the next two months I need to actually choose one of my crazy ideas and create a baseline. That's exciting and intimidating. Every idea has potential and life. But some roughs are rougher than others. I fear creating a rough draft so rough that I nothing within me wants to ever look at it again, much less edit and rewrite it.
I'm not getting any younger, so if I'm ever going to do this, now is the time.
Camp NaNoWriMo, you are on my calendar!

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things we do for love

Saturday we had a baby shower for Bobby's niece. As I was making the mints, Bobby asked what else was on the menu. After I recited off the litany of items, he responded with "No peanut butter?! This shower is for Hannah! What's she going to eat?" (Hannah has had stomach problems over the years and has been unable to tolerate many foods, but peanut butter has been her staple.) Despite my assurances that she would enjoy the foods we were having, he was adamant that I needed to make peanut butter & jelly sandwiches for the shower. Even though I protested that NOBODY took that to a shower, he persisted, and informed me I could make them dainty with my little cutter. And so I did. To my surprise all but 3 were eaten. Who'd a thunk it?

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fun...funny houses

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