(birthdays/to do/personal) A recovery day

First and foremost, Happy Birthday to one of my favorite pirate cohorts - madkestrel! I hope the rum flows freely today!

Secondly, for those who don't follow me on Twitter or Facebook (why not???), my colonoscopy yesterday came back not only clean for colon cancer, but for Crohn's as well. That means 8 years in remission. Yay! I'm on a very expensive medication, but dammit, it's working. No surgeries. No losing time or pieces of my gastrointestinal system. I'm so happy!

Thirdly, I'm only 1 day behind on my NaNo counts! I'm off work today, recovering from the scope yesterday, and the doctor said to take it easy. So I'm writing. Mostly. I do have some small things I want to do.

Writing this weekend too, which is awesome. I should bank some good words against next week, when I go back to work, and start my Wills, Estates and Trusts class. (bleah)

To-Do list on a recovery day:
1. WRITE! Goal for today is 3k.
2. Morning pages
3. Put aways dishes in the dishrack.
4. Wash dishes in the sink.
5. Put away laundry in the dining room.
6. Fold laundry in the kitchen.

That's it. I'm making sausage subs and maple-sugar popcorn for dinner and dessert, and planning on watching wrestling tonight with the hubby. Because that's how we roll. :D

(metrics) NaNo Day 5 - and Day 5 of 365 Days of Writing

Starting Count: 71757
Ending Count: 75831
Net Gain: +4074
Current NaNo count: 8857
Current Word YTD count: 9963
Val’s Tea Fund: $5


Starting line:
“Where is she now?” she asked, and the scene in the bowl changed, showing a large house surrounded by a fence of trees. Shimmering trees, pulsing with Power, intertwined with one another by way of gold and silver cords lacing through their leaves, Shadows draped in the branches. Madness ground her teeth together. Damn. She’d reached the others.

Ending line:
The spring will come. All we have to do is survive until then.

Darling:
She stepped back, watching blood and sinew spread over the skeleton of Chaos and Blood that she’d created. The stallion from the dream that she’d drawn Thom into stamped his foot as he came into full flesh, a fire in his red eyes and his breath hot in the small room. He tossed his head and shrilled, the sound echoing in her ears. “Oh, my lovely,” she whispered, enchanted by her own work. “What a beautiful creature.”