So I haven’t been cross stitching since I finished Bluebell. I’ve started knitting a baby blanket for my not-yet-here niece. I’m not much of a knitter — I like the garter stitch because it’s just knit-knit-knit-knit until you run out of loops, then you turn it over and knit-knit-knit-knit again, haha. Super easy. No counting, no purls, no nothing. This one has a pattern, so I’m following that, and it’s pretty difficult sometimes. It’s the first one where I’ve done knits and purls on the same row (told you I don’t knit much). It’s maybe 6-8 inches long now. Maybe. I’ve messed up countless times, so I have to unknit a bunch of times to get the pattern to look right. And I noticed in the beginning that I either missed a row or doubled a row because everything was inverted for about four rows. So last weekend I had to unravel those rows (which was nerve-wracking) and I ended up dropping a stitch, so I had to fix that. And that didn’t end up perfect, but because it wouldn’t unravel after the fix, it’s good enough. I still haven’t done a pattern with increases, decreases, or yarn-overs, and my cast-on stitches look like crap next to my grandma’s amazing work, but I don’t think the baby will care, lol. And the other stitches will probably be forced upon me later.
Still waiting on some insecticide to kill the spiders — it got lost in the mail somewhere around the 21st, but amazingly, it’s on route again as of today. Although I don’t know if it’s worth spraying yet — it’s been frosting over at night. I may just spray around the perimeter of the house and inside the garage and around the composting bins, which is spider heaven. There was a nice day last weekend, and I sprayed the spiders off the porch with the hose — not deadly, but it makes the porch look a lot better!. No widows there, but maybe there was one hiding in the overhead light because the next morning, there’s a dead widow on the porch. I still don’t know what happened there. Oh! I did find a juvenile black widow hanging out in the nozzle of the house. I couldn’t tell what it was at first, so I decided to spray it with spider killer just in case — and because it wouldn’t come out and I didn’t want a spider bite anyway, even if it’s not from a venomous critter. And when it crawled out, I saw the stripes and the hourglass, so I killed it. Awesome.
November 1st kicked off NaNoWriMo (or National Novel Writer’s Month) and I decided to do that this year. The point of NaNoWriMo is to write a new novel of at least 50,000 words by the end of this month. It was too much for last year with school and all, but I did write one in 2012. We have a lot of down time at work, so I should be good for this year. The target word count for today is 5,000 and I reached that a little bit ago, so I’m still good. It’s 11:20 a.m. right now. I’m actually cheating because I’m rewriting my 2012 novel that I never finished. There was a lot of filler and stuff I wasn’t happy with the first time around (NaNo stresses getting words on the page and revising later, which is not a way I usually write), so I’m redoing it. I’ve also renamed a character and changed her character, gave her a twin for support, and I’m changing her relationship with the officer on her case. I guess it’d be good to give a synopsis, huh? Read on.
When I was in college (the first time around), I was a psych minor. The most interesting thing we learned about is called a fugue state, which is kind of like amnesia. However, the most interesting thing was that some people would disappear for years only to reappear acting like nothing had happened. And it turns out that they have lived this entire separate life that they can’t remember now that they’re out of the fugue state. So I’m using that for inspiration. Todd and Ember are a young married couple. One chilly night in February, they get in a fight and Todd storms out. However, he doesn’t return home. Ember must struggle with losing her husband who handled most everything in the household as well as wondering if he’s okay (and her fears that he’s most certainly dead, especially as years pass) and why he hasn’t returned to her. Ember’s twin, Kayleigh, offers support, but Ember, a painter, must bring herself out of her depression where she’s been wallowing in misery and get her life back on track. She gets into a relationship with the officer who has been taking care of the case, but she can’t shake the feeling that she’s cheating on her missing husband. We also follow Travis (who was Todd) in his new life. Will Todd remember Ember, and what happens to his (Travis’s) new family if he does?