Check out that little NaNo badge over yonder. It now says “Winner.” Apparently, you are all butt-shover extraordinaries!

She blasted the 50,000 cap this evening, five days ahead of schedule. Still a lot of work to do on the book, and, Jesus, she still hasn’t even let us go to bed on our Saturday night! Maybe she will now that she can relax about it all. We’ll give her a well-earned day off and then back at it.

Anyway, thanks for your butt shoves. 🙂

She has 6,858 words to go to hit the NaNo goal. You’d think that’d be like a spit in the proverbial bucket, but she’s running out of steam spit. She’s missed her daily goals two out of the last 3 days. No shit! Cookies aren’t helping. Coffee isn’t helping. Even cheesecake isn’t enough incentive. She’s tired, and, holy shit, we’re tired, too.

So…

Imagine we’re all on a very loooong toboggan together: the author, the DWD, and all of you who can’t help but love us. We’re aimed downhill, but the thing just frickin’ isn’t going to go. Everyone needs to butt shove, that little maneuver you do in sync that pushes it along until it can get sliding on its own and then whoosh!

That’s where we are: stuck on the very tip of the good kind of downhill slide.

Everybody—and I do mean everybody—do a mental butt shove. Just get us over the hump! We need the whoosh! Please, oh please, oh please, we need the whoosh.

On the count of three…

No, we’re not talking about money for the vending machine. We’re talking the author having completed 75% of the NaNo goal. She’s even ahead of schedule.

I have a sneaking suspicion, though, that Lore Mongers is going to be longer than she figured. (Doesn’t that just figure?) There are a couple of holes (gaping holes) so we kind of lost track of official chapter numbers. I’d guess we’re in Chapter 9. It’s Saturday evening, and we have a ways to go before we can even hit the hay. This one could end up surpassing L-Word C-Word and become the longest of them all. I would not, however, bet three quarters on it. The editor will still need to be unleashed.

Well, a third of November has now passed. She’s a bit ahead of schedule but not as much as she hoped to be. She missed a day’s goal because she had to go out of town. That’s forgivable to all but her.

Lore Mongers is shaping up rather nicely, though. We’re about a quarter of the way through Chapter 5. Janice just did something quite mischievous, and we’re waiting to find out what the repercussions are.

It has been a grueling ten days. We’re putting our feet up, and we’re in need of a stiff drink. Bloody Marys with sanguinary humdinger brines. Someone grab that fifth of vodka, and, Jesus, hide the tequila from the author. No NaNoBoozO. At least not yet anyway.

Cheers. 🙂

Okay, she finally hit the millionth word. It is “right,” and it belongs to the mouthy redhead. Doesn’t that just figure? Not sure if the word is boring or appropriate. Both? Neither? I was kind of hoping for “Claudia” or “Symbiotic” or “Swill” or “ta-da” or “oo, oo, baby, roll over here.”

Well, her NaNo day is not yet over so I best head on back to that place where Ginny and Kris have taken us. Did I just hear the crack of the almighty whip?

Carmel corn, cupcakes, candy, and coffee.

Okay, that’s actually five c-words, but four c-things … unless, of course, you’re eating caramel with a side of corn. If you are, you have problems.

Okay, I’m already way off track here. I came to give you an update, and those four c-things create the fuel that has kept her on target and gotten us into Chapter 2. Ginny and Kris are about to divulge how they’re going to torture us for the weekend. Wish us luck.

And, if the author doesn’t go into sugar shock, she should be able to write tomorrow and hit that cool million. She has 1,031 to go. I am going to pay close attention and see what exactly that millionth word ends up being. It could be as boring as “the” or something as basic LAC as f-er. You really frickin’ never know.