On the twelfth day of NaNo, my true muse gave to me
Twelve drummers drumming,
Eleven snowflakes snowing,
Ten random factoids,
Nine trains a-chugging,
Eight ways of souping,
Seven shows a-sassing,
Six books a-writing,
Four pumpkin cakes
Three cough drops
Two cuddly cats
And a family that’s dear to me.
I should have known better than to use 12 Days of Christmas as my Non-NaNo anthem – I always get lost around day eight. I suppose it doesn’t help that I also get lost crossing the street – so the two together obviously means I failed to find my way to the computer/blog.
D: But you still managed to haunt Facebook all weekend.
A: Facebook doesn’t require a great deal of thought – just photos, some pithy sayings and cyberstalking – I mean enjoying some of my favorite—
D: Don’t say it. Can we please have a post without Dwarven #majesty?
A: No. The majesty cannot be contained. It must be allowed to flow.
D: You are so strange sometimes.
A: Thank you.
D: So what’s this about souping? Is that even a word?
A: No, but it fit the syllable requirement. Thanks to a week-plus of nothing but soup, the boy went on a diatribe that sounded remarkably similar to Cohen the Barbarian’s lament in Color of Magic
(particularly at 0:58 onward)
D: I see. So the whole household is crazy then, yes?
D: Good to know. And the nine trains?
A: TrainFest. Had to work. Train Guys are pretty cool.
D: And the 10 random factoids?
A: What I call research others may view as procrastination.
D: I see – still having a hard time getting inside Jenny Mallory’s head?
A: Something like that.
D: Just write the bloody thing, A.
A: (Sigh). Yeah. Moving on . . .
D: Eleven snowflakes snowing?
A: That’s rather self-explanatory, isn’t it? It snowed, D. On November 11 and at roughly 11:11, it started to snow. I’m going to find out who made that wish and—
D: Careful A, you still haven’t quite gotten your strength back. You may just end up giving whoever it was a hug and that just gives out mixed signals.
D: And finally, the twelve drummers?
A: Well, it’s more like one awesome kid, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to make enough noise with his very early Christmas gift to sound like 12 drummers.
D: Ah, he can beat the war drum for me any day.
A: Actually, it’s for Jazz Band, but I’ll let him know.
D: You do that, A. So, is this it?
A: It is. The 12 Days of Non-NaNo are over.
D: And what have you learned?
A: That if I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard—
D: I mean from blogging A – not from your journey to the Wonderful Land of Oz.
A: Oh. Well then, how about being able to blog about things other than my writing and my topsy-turvy character-rich inner-world.
D: You’re talking about me in that last bit, right?
A: Yes, D.
D: You aren’t planning on eradicating that part, right?
A: (Eye-roll) No, D.
D: Good. Just so we are both clear on that. You couldn’t live without me, anyway.
A: What are you going to do when your books are finally done and out there for the public to enjoy?
D: Well, I was thinking you should retire to someplace warm. I have these aches in my elbows – I’m thinking it’s from the sword – and really, I could do without the early arrival of winter, you know?
A: You are not retiring in my head.
D: Oh, come on, A! You’d miss me if I were gone.
A: . . .
D: You would. Just think about it, A.
A: And the final thing that I learned during my 12 days of Non-NaNo? D is as irrepressible as ever, and never ceases to surprise me. Hope all the NaNos out there are doing well as they approach the mid-way point, and that everyone else is having their own grand time! ‘Night all!