NaBloPoMo and NaNoWriMo. Try saying that 3 times fast. If you DARE!
Today I registered for November's NaBlo, which means I've committed to posting here every day of the month. This is in addition to the novel I'm writing as a NaNo participant. Wow. I have way too much time on my hands.
As I understand it, the idea for NaBlo originally started as an alternative to NaNo for those who couldn't commit to writing a 50,000 word novel in 30 days. Writing one blog post per day is much less time-consuming, considering there isn't a minimum word count required. Simply uploading just a picture as your post is also an option. So really, you can spend as little or as much time on blogging as you want. As for penning a novel however, even if someone with total immunity to writer's block and a continuous drip of coffee running into her veins sat down and wrote 50,000 words straight out, it would still take a foolish number of hours and a massive amount of typing to accomplish. I'm guessing anyway. Anyone have the stats on that? Also, coffee IVs. How awesome would that be?
Now, any sane person who's pledged her time to both NaBlo and NaNo would probably be squirreling away all kinds of shiny post ideas. She'd have a big list of interesting topics, and all sorts of pretty photos lined up. That chick ain't me, so on to topic #2!
Yup, poop. Not only do I have to scoop the cat's poop, I have to scoop the puppy's poop. He's a big puppy and he poops a lot. Every second day or so, I do the rounds with my trusty shovel. Usually Bender likes to poop on either side of the driveway. Sometimes he poops on the edge of the woods though, which is awesome, 'cause that's where I flick the poop anyway. Today I had to flick lots of poop out there, monkey style, because I haven't done the dookie duty in at least 3 days.
When that glamorous task was completed, I attacked the wet leaves with the rake. I worked 'em over for awhile, made 'em say uncle and tell me where all the bodies were buried. There were some holdouts though, so I had to kick it up a notch. I've had some measure of success using humiliation as a means of torture, so I had the perfect thing in mind; Halloween themed leaf bags. These babies were neon orange, goofy-faced pumpkin bags. Oh yeah, baby. Just the thought of them sends shivers down my spine. Needless to say, I learned everything I needed to know, and even some things I was probably better off not knowing. They were naughty little leaves indeed. Since things had gotten completely out of hand, I figured the other leafy bastards needed a gentle reminder of just who was in charge around here. So, I left the stuffed bags in the driveway as a warning. What exactly is that warning you ask?
Don't mess with the poop-flinging, rake-wielding, leaf-torturing gal, 'cause she just might have some humiliating Halloween paraphernalia lying around, and she's not afraid to use it.