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Thank you all for the follows since my last blog post! I did not expect it and it was such a pleasant surprise.

Winging it is not the greatest idea for writing a novel. Also partying on the first day of NaNo is not conducive to high word counts.


And I am still a rock star procrastinator.

I knew I would not get much writing done on the first day but I was hopeful. I did bring the iPad to the hair appointment a

nd stared at it dutifully while my highlights were setting in. I did not write anything.

My volunteer gig at school ended up being very short, so I could have a whole hour to write. However, I was starving and obviously writing could not be done on an empty stomach.  Lunch somehow took longer than expected and it was time for my next appointment.

My third opportunity was when I brought my youngest, Sasha  to gymnastics. I could have solid 45 minutes at Starbucks to write. I felt badly about crashing at Starbucks without buying something.  So I stood in line and spent 7 dollars on a decaf latte and  a spinach square.



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Tomorrow is Day 1 of the new novel. I am supposed to write 1,667 words, so I have 50,000 by the end of November.  Despite my best intentions I have done no plotting or planning. I have some ideas that I scribbled down back in July and I have a vague image of the opening scene. I do have a working title and a short synopsis that I am going to share once they stop sounding stupid to me.

I had been trying to get all sorts of chores out of the way before the start of November, so I could focus on the novel. But that’s always futile when you have a bunch of kids and pets. Dirty laundry piles up about as fast as you can wash and sort the previous pile.

For my first day of official novel writing I have  also scheduled a haircut appointment, a doctor’s appointment, I am going to volunteer at school for an hour, then will pick up the kids and take Sasha to gymnastics. Oh, and I also need to clean the house and get ready to host some girlfriends tomorrow night for fondue and a movie.

Photo: CJ Photography

I am obviously a pro at creating obstacles to starting the novel. Although, I swear that all my engagements had been scheduled before I even thought of signing up for NaNo. But then I did not make the slightest effort to cancel anything.  I am considering bringing the iPad to the hair salon and typing 1,667 words while my color sets in. That of course could be a fabulous idea if I had any clue of what I was going to write.

Using the official NaNoWriMo terminology, I am going to “pants it”, i.e. write it by the seat of my pants. At least my hair will look fabulous while I am doing it.

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How many cats do I need to have in order to qualify as a crazy cat lady? I have seven. Up until a month ago I only had one.

In fact since I was six years old I only had one cat at a time. Except for those summers that our cat, my sister, and I were shipped out to our great-grandmother’s rural house 100 kilometers North-East of Moscow. The cat would go insane with freedom and love for all the neighborhood tom cats, and would deliver  a litter of kittens in the middle of each summer. So that’s what kittens always made me think of – childhood, sunshine,  bare feet on a dirt path, eating raspberries off a branch, warm milk that still smelled like grass.

Foster Cats

I blame all these nostalgic feelings on deciding to become a foster kitten mom. I hoped kittens would become my own kids’ nostalgic memories when they got older.

My 10-year old son would probably take all the credit, thinking he had to work hard to convince Mom it was a good idea. I did put up a bit of a theatrical argument against extra cats in the house. I did not want him to think that next I would agree to get a number of other pets.

So now we have five itty bitty feral kittens in a spare room, all hissing and spitting at first, but now making progress towards being tamed and cuddly.


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Getting Personal

Back in the fall I invested quite an effort into my new website and blog. I read books on building social platforms and blogging, spent more time than was reasonable selecting color schemes and fonts. I wrote several decent blog entries and then I disappeared, losing the delicate momentum.

I did have a pretty decent excuse not to write. And I feel compelled to explain that in my first comeback post. But my excuse is personal. After weeks of pondering, I still don’t know where to draw the line on personal in blogging.

Someone wisely told me to just find a balance by trial and error. And that’s what I am going to do. As my former coworkers know, I always advocate doing rather than pondering. And if you read my stories, please do let me know if they get too freakishly intimate or too dry.


My excuse was my own health crisis. Back in December I was hospitalized for a week, after months of a slowly deteriorating condition that suddenly reached its scary culmination. I was allowed to go home on Christmas Eve, just in time to watch the kids unwrap presents, most of which I had not bought or wrapped. I really have to thank my wonderful family, both my side and my husband’s. They all mobilized very quickly, on the day I had to be driven to ER and the kids needed someone to stay with them overnight. My future brother-in-law came on a moment’s notice, even though we live way out “in the sticks”. People drove hours to come stay at our house, cooked meals, sent flowers, bought and wrapped Christmas presents for my children, called, emailed, and texted while I was in the hospital.


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Friends I keep rediscovering the value of friendship.

Do you know where most people make friends for life? Grade school, high school, college.

I moved to a different country right after college, leaving all my friends behind. For the first ten years I did not think I needed any friends. And I did not know where to find them anyway.  I had my husband, my kids, my co-workers. I could talk to my parents or my sister on the phone all I wanted.

Then came a moment when I realized I needed someone else to talk to, not about work or my kids’ accomplishments, but about what was bothering me deep in my heart. Sometimes it is easier to bare your soul to someone you are not bound to by any official ties of family or work.


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Burning Wood Stove

I have recently been thinking of the positive effects of acts of nature. Of course we have been blessed not to be hit by anything disastrous. Hurricane Sandy only left us with no power and no school for a couple of days.

During that storm a couple of weeks ago our entire family, all five of us, were forced to stay inside and entertain ourselves without any electronics. I had expected whining and complaining. The kids seemed to realize, however, that the awesome power over unplugging video games and TV had been transferred from their parents to nature and National Grid. You could not argue with that. So they treated the experience as an adventure.

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Photo: Scott Bauer, USDA ARS [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Guilt goes together with motherhood, just like the proverbial apple pie.

Working mother feels guilty she doesn’t spend enough time with the kids.

Stay at home mother feels guilty she does not earn any money.

When she does dishes she feels guilty she is not helping with homework or building a pillow fort.

When she is playing dolls on the living room floor she feels guilty about that pile of dirty laundry.


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