From Wikipedia:
Quality of life
Recent research suggests that Powys is the happiest place in the UK,[4] however, even the researchers said the numbers were not statistically significant.[5]
Oh, the things you find out while rummaging for places for characters to live!
That sound of cheering you heard a few minutes ago was the staff of NaNoWriMo cheering me from the “Congratulations Winner!” page.
Holy smoke, who’dathunkit. Certainly not me on November 1st. 50,000 words in 29 days. And still some story to tell before any fixing up begins. That is amazing.
So you get not only the congratulatory cheering, but a view of your stats with a nice purple bar indicating winningness.
and
And this was waiting for me in the Quote Box:
There comes a time in your life, when you walk away from all the drama and people who create it. You surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Forget the bad, and focus on the good. Love the people who treat you right, wish well for the ones who don’t. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is a part of life, getting back up is living. — Unknown
and with that – off to sleep.
Fear not, gentle readers. I’ve not fallen into a pit of dragons or anything like that.
I did survive all the Thanksgiving feasting, and Black Friday. In fact, when I went to Thom’s in Nassau on Friday, I was greeted by the owner with “You survived Black Friday!” Now that’s feeling like you’re a part of where you live.
Anyway here’s the real tale:
Yep, I’ve gotten a few words down digitally and am teetering at the edge of my first NaNoWriMo finish and win!
Tonight I wrote out the action part of the resolution. In the last bit there will have to be some questioning and figuring out of motives but the perp is in the possession of the main characters. After this big burst of words tonight I got up to take a break and all of the sudden I just knew my perp was a kobold! Not this kind, known to all Warcrafters, but something more along the lines of this. Actually there is quite a bit of similarity, not uncommon at all, but I just laughed and laughed. Of course he’s a Kobold!
You have to keep this under your hat for a bit because the others in the story haven’t really talked about it yet. But they’ll figure it out.
Because sometimes, goofy things just happen in the kitchen. And as a bonus, photos of poached pears cooking and plated.
