You recall my case of the moops? Of course you do. And I’d just like to offer a heartfelt thanks to those of my readers who rallied around with chocolates, flowers, homemade cards and generous monetary contributions. It does my heart good to know that my modest literary efforts touch so many lives. Thank you, shiny people.
Hmph.
Anyway.
If you can bear to look up from your bally frosted flakes and cast a glance of cynicism at the screen, allow me to inform your turgid eyeballs that I am No Longer Moop. The secret for curing the moops, apparently, is as follows:
Make Mexican almond cookies and fling a bit of lemon in for luck; make chocolate chip cookies also; send them off with Helpdesk Man for his marvy young vocal collective’s marvy Labour Weekend singing workshop (ooo!); have the tin return empty with enthused compliments; bake a second batch of chocolate chip cookies for the next day while at the same time baking cheese profiteroles, mocha pecan pie, plum chicken with rice and caramelised carrots for guests; finish the straps on the snortlepig’s top; watch two Disney movies, Ferris Bueller’s Day Off and Little Voice; plant a zucchini seedling; spring-clean the bedroom, and dry a successful load of washing before the rain can sneak in.
Interesting, no?
In other news… NaNoWriMo. Until yesterday I was planning to cheat, spending the month updating my pretentious fable about an autistic penguin from last year’s 22,000 words to a chunkier 50,000. For various reasons - not least of which, I’m not sure I can squeeze another 28,000 words out of a pretentious autistic-penguin-featuring fable - I have decided to go for the more mainstream cheat of completing 50,000 non-fiction words within the month. That’s articles, queries… blogging, I guess, so be prepared for several more What I Dreamed Last Night posts, folks… shopping lists will be excluded, but only because in these economic climes they tend towards fantasy in any case. *sigh* Which brings me to another compelling argument re the change of plans: viz, it is more lucrative. (And so the soul of Smokey the Magnificent dies a little, dreams crushed by the Muse-strangling spectre of a mortgage. Except I don’t even have a mortgage. I can’t afford one.)
Anyway, that gives me six days in which to prepare. Planning being allowed under NaNo rules, I was thinking of writing as many article titles as I could on a bit of paper and simply attempting to plow through as many as I can in a day. My Suite articles tend to be 600 words or so, so three a day would do it; but I was hoping to do some print stuff too, as well as the article on historical maternity wear that’s due December 1.
So, anyone have any article ideas for me to write? Dad suggested some time ago I do a piece on the benefits of raw milk, so I just might query a newish eco magazine on the topic. Hey, do you think I could expand “Which is more absorbent, a poodle or a horse?” into a full-blown op-ed?
AprilElf Says:
