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Hi Again!

We're back from our vacation and completely unrested up as we now need a vacation from our vacation. Six days in Disney World and two days of traveling can do that to a person. My feet haven't seen this many blisters since my college golf tournament days. And I'm somehow still suffering from a bit of airplane vertigo although we got off the plane 16 hours ago. Strange.

We had a wonderful time though. And I successfully put my mind at ease to everything back at home. No work, no computer, no internet, no phone calls, no writing...

Oh yes, I said "no writing".  My Nano novel was completely dismissed from my mind and now I'm having trouble picking it back up. But no worries! This weekend, I'm going to enjoy HP7 part 1, read some books, re-read what I've written on MM and my outline, and slowly get back into my routine. Well, that and go through my 598 pictures that I took while we were gone. here's a few of my favs...

And don't be surprised if there are many Disney themed posts in the next few weeks. Lots of fun tales to share....

Blog Neglect: Nano Style

Dear Blog,

Yes, I know I'm ignoring you. I've been busy with my Nano novel and now you'll just have to get used to it. No, I'm not on target with the Nano goal word count and you know what Blog, I don't care. You hear that Nano gods?  I don't care that I haven't met my 1667 words per day and at this point there's absolutely no way that I'll hit the 50K mark. I'm going on a vacation and while I hope to have some time to write, I'm not going to force myself to give up valuable Mickey time just so I can fill in my word doc. I love my Nano novel and I will give it only my best and full attention, not empty words to fill in space. So there.  Blog, I know you understand me; posts are spare here at Lost In The View for a reason.

So Blog, in an attempt to fill in the hole of love that I created by my ignoring you, I have a tiny tidbit of poorly "grammarized" Nano novel to offer you. We'll make up in December. Promise.

Sincerely Sorry,
Heather

Excerpt from Chapter 4: The Switch

Having found the bottom of my pack and nothing else to shuffle through to fake-find in it, I start to pack it all back when I feel someone sit down to my left. Glancing sideways, all I notice is black. I sweep my hair out of the way and realize that it’s not my hair – the person sitting beside me is wearing all black, from head to toe.  Black jeans, black hoodie and a knit cap with straggly brown hair poking out from underneath.

Mason pipes up, “Uh, can we help you?”

The guy looks at me and back at Mason. “No,” he simply says, scooting closer to my side.

I scoot away and knock a few of my stray math papers to the floor in the process. The boy jumps up from his seat and scoops them up from the floor before I can process what’s happening. He hands them back to me and as he does, his hand grazes mine and I feel a pocket of energy in the tips of his fingers.

Oh crap.

Haylie starts laughing and Mason has a strange look on his face as if he doesn’t know what to think. “Who’s your new friend, Britt?”  He teases.

“Uh…”

“I’m Silas,” the boy says. His voice is rough and woodsy-like, with a touch of sarcasm inlaid. “I sit behind you in Johansson’s class.”

“More like sleep behind me.”

Haylie practically spits sticky red lollipop saliva on the table. Before Mason can say anything else, or Haylie for that matter, I snatch the rest of my things from the table, shove them into my backpack and grab Silas by the arm, pulling him out of the cafeteria, down the hall, into the gymnasium and out the back doors.

“Why are we out here, Britt?”  Silas pants.  The skin between his brows is furrowed in confusion, but other than that, he doesn’t appear to be confused by this situation whatsoever.

I ask, “Silas, right?” He nods. “Yeah, okay. Well I think the real question is why are you here?”

            He chuckles, “Because I love you, Britt. You know that.” 

Staying Positive - Nano Style

Day 4 of Nano. Story is coming along quite well! I'm 700 words ahead of schedule and no I don't think all of my words are all crap, not completely. Some are, obviously, but so far I really like how my story flows like I'm retelling it to an old friend. The grammar stinks but that sort of thing is fixable in the revision stage.

So, I know it's only a few days in, but I'm staying positive and the few negative comments or worries that have crossed my mind, have never invaded my long term thinking or my twitter, facebook, blog, or email. If I can't stay positive about my own writing, how do I expect anyone else to?

So, with that, I've decided to post on my blog a few of my favorite snippets from my NaNoWriMo project every few days. If you are doing the same on your blog, please be sure to let me know...I'm not keeping up with reading twitter feeds or blogs much this month (for obvious writing reasons).  Oh and if you don't know this song yet, please fix that immediately. It's officially my theme song for this project. The Flaming Lips: Yeah Yeah Yeah

And now for today's tidbit of Nano Project "MM":

Bradley runs over to the water station and leans in to hug me around my bare midriff. “Hmmm. You smell good.”

“And you don’t.”

He huffs a half laugh. “You tired or something? You don’t seem like yourself.”

“No. Not really. Just frustrated.”

“Haylie, again?”  I pull back, worried that he could tell so easily.  “Wait. I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, I know exactly how you meant it.”

“Relax, babe! I just meant you shouldn’t let her get to you like that.”  He scoots closer and his helmet knocks against my bare leg.  “She may be hot, but you’re way better than that.”  He nuzzles in for a kiss.

As our noses touch, I stop him with a single finger to my lips.  He’s so close I don’t even have to get his attention before casting the spell. I widen my eyes and flash the electric current over my irises so quick he doesn’t realize it happens.  Lowering my finger, I back up an inch.  “Bradley, I need you to do me a favor.”

He nods, but doesn’t say anything in response.

“Fumble the ball.”

“What?”

“Fumble it on purpose. For me. You can do that right?”

“But we’ll lose.”

“No, we won’t. You just need to make it look like Mason messed up. They’ll blame him, not you.”  He starts to protest and I curse internally for using my persuasion power again so soon. I’m not yet strong enough for multiple uses so close together.  Flashing my eyes again, I repeat my wishes.

He nods slowly, letting the quiet trance sink into his thoughts.  “Whatever you want, Britt.”

“That’s my baby.”  I lean forward and kiss him on the mouth. He wakes up by the touch of our lips, winks at me and puts on his helmet to join his team.

I know he won’t fail me.  He never has.

What do you do with witches?

Day 2 of NaNoWriMo and I find myself researching the Salem Witch Trials for the methods they used to examine the witches. It's only for a reference point, but I'd like to be accurate if I can. Anyhow, I came across this quote from Monty Python and the Holy Grail and forgot how great it was.  Enjoy!

Sir Bedevere: There are ways of telling whether she is a witch.
Peasant 1: Are there? Oh well, tell us.
Sir Bedevere: Tell me. What do you do with witches?
Peasant 1: Burn them.
Sir Bedevere: And what do you burn, apart from witches?
Peasant 1: More witches.
Peasant 2: Wood.
Sir Bedevere: Good. Now, why do witches burn?
Peasant 3: ...because they're made of... wood?
Sir Bedevere: Good. So how do you tell whether she is made of wood?
Peasant 1: Build a bridge out of her.
Sir Bedevere: But can you not also build bridges out of stone?
Peasant 1: Oh yeah.
Sir Bedevere: Does wood sink in water?
Peasant 1: No, no, it floats!... It floats! Throw her into the pond!
Sir Bedevere: No, no. What else floats in water?
Peasant 1: Bread.
Peasant 2: Apples.
Peasant 3: Very small rocks.
Peasant 1: Cider.
Peasant 2: Gravy.
Peasant 3: Cherries.
Peasant 1: Mud.
Peasant 2: Churches.
Peasant 3: Lead! Lead!
King Arthur: A Duck.
Sir Bedevere: ...Exactly. So, logically...
Peasant 1: If she weighed the same as a duck... she's made of wood.
Sir Bedevere: And therefore...
Peasant 2: ...A witch!