Chapter 9: The Joys of a Summer Lake

Okay, the vixen's on board and making her moves, and poor RW is becoming just another bundle of hormonally firing nerves. Just the way I like 'em. I need to find an Australian woman, strap her down, and make her comment on dialog. Or just strap her down, if she's willing. Oh, the heck with the straps.

Gotta stop that. I get to writing erotica and all bets are off, even in the blog.

Tied in with all this was the death of one of my spouse's relatives. Okay, he was old. Okay, he was sick. Okay, it wasn't fun for his spouse of 30 years. But each death is a reminder of just how diminished we survivors are, and how much more we turn to depend on the generations that we've produced.

Boy am I screwed. (Just kidding, kids!)

Yesterday I got a whole lot of nothing done. Work, then family, then a good night's sleep. Didn't feel guilty, maybe because of the marathon session Thursday. But the pressure is on now, even though I'm safely over 12,000 words (12,118, to be exact) after finishing this chapter. And I want to get at least one juicy, revealing chapter done tonight just so I can get my handy dandy NaNoWriMo spreadsheet to show me finishing around the 16th. For giggles if nothing else; this novel can in now way be finished in 50,000 words. Maybe 150,000.