I have fallen so far behind on my goals for my current WIP that I decided to sign up for Camp NaNoWriMo again this month. I tried to do this last year, and even though I met my goal, I hated nearly every minute of the experience. This year I set a ridiculously low word count for myself. That, combined with an idea that's almost fully formed, should help me stay on track without stressing me out too much.
That's all I have for this month. What are you up to?
Welcome back to Achievements/Goals. I missed several postings, because my laptop crapped out on me. I had been making it work for almost a year after my 90 pound dog jumped on it, breaking a hinge, and cracking the bevel around the screen; but every time I moved the stupid thing the the lid moved a little, eventually causing chunks of plastic to break off and about a third of the screen to go black. When faced with the decision of whether to repair it or replace it, I went the repair route which took three weeks.
Hey, did you know that Toshiba no longer makes computers? Well, I didn't until I went to get mine fixed. Apparently, replacement parts have to be hand delivered from Japan, because that's how long it felt like I was sans laptop.
Hey, do you know how much it costs to replace basically the entire lid of a Toshiba laptop? Neither did I until I had to choke back the tears as I handed my credit card to the Geek Squad guy.
The fireflies came out at
dusk, their tiny lights blinking on and off in the deepening gloom.
The children chased them
running around the old trees in the yard, shouting with delight as
the tiny insects drifted away just out of their reach. The oldest
moved slowly, watching a tiny black speck that floated barely visible
against the shadows of the evening. Slowly she raised her hands, and
cupped them around the bug, trapping it.
She lowered her hands and
called to the others. They huddled around her as she slowly opened
her hands, revealing the firefly. It marched across the palm of her
hand as if it had important things to do, and stopped on the tip of
her index finger. The tiny bulb on it's behind flashed green, went
dark, then flashed again. Then it spread its wings and flew away,
quickly disappearing into the evening.
The youngest child, a
little girl with chocolate ice cream still smeared around her mouth
began to wail. The oldest shushed her and caught another firefly,