Last day of November and some people out there are typing furiously trying to reach 50,000 in Nanowrimo. I declined to participate this year, but I did make a donation and thus have my halo. November is not a good time usually for me to be attempting to write 1,667 words a day. (Blog posts and facebook status updates do not count!) It's okay. I made peace with not trying back on October 31st. But I do have a great idea and did preliminary research for a ghost story. Though I may have to check out the Saw movies to be certain I'm not creating a duplicate story. (Pretty sure I'm not.)I've never really attempted the Stephen King type thing before and when I started writing I was scaring myself. Need to develop some detachment...or this could get truly weird.
How's this for a Thanksgiving photo? Our bird - prepared via the spatchcock method. Cut out the backbone, break the breast bone, lay flat (mine was lying on carrots, celery, and onions and covered with fresh sage). Takes less time to roast and the this method seems to equalize the cooking of the white and dark meat.
Still plugging away at the bra bag. I spent some time contemplating it and I'm thinking of undoing some of what I did yesterday. Like I said, this project is going to kill me.