Then for some reason, I stayed up from midnight to two watching the History Channel showing of "The Battle of the Bulge". It's a good watch, but it's pretty much in the "war movie" mold, right down to Telly Savalas as the wheeler-dealer cynical black market peddler who turns out to have a heart and "gets religion" about the importance of fighting Germans.
I got a fair bit of work done yesterday, and went for a short walk in the Rowlett Creek Nature Preserve. Think deep, shady woods, with hedge apples, those green "fruits" the size of bocce balls, strewn here and there. I was intrigued to see both butterflies and blooming susan flowers in November, on a warm, gorgeous, if slightly windy day.
Today I go to a Denny's in Grapevine (one of the 'mid-cities' between Dallas and Fort Worth) for a meeting of the nanowrimo folks. I'm eager to hear about everyone's novel.
I should finish mine this evening. I am quite exhausted by the odd triple threat of hard work, hard drafting trying to finish a novel in ten days, and pointless late night Hollywood war epics. But soon the novel will be done, and a huge space of rest in my schedule will open.
I keep reading posts in the nanowrimo community to the effect that many stories will not be "over" in 50,000 words.
But I have reached the firm assurance that my story was "over" tens of thousands of words ago, and now I am just finishing the 50,500 word goal I have set myself.
I will keep my promise to myself of self-publishing, and plan to spend the rest of the month and the month of December revising, with a soft goal of getting it off to a print on demand house by year end.
I am still intrigued that I lost my temper on Friday about something at work. I dislike losing my temper. I prefer to travel on an even keel.
I have mailed out all my ebay sales but one. I will mail it out on Monday. Ebay is reasonably worthwhile, but the mailing is such a hassle.
I need a rest, a walk, and a quiet day.