Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Monday, November 21, 2011

Chicken Eggs!

My chickens are about 30 weeks now.  And one, maybe two of them, have FINALLY started laying eggs.      I think it's two, because the eggs seem to be different colors, but who knows.  We found 4 on Saturday, and 3 this morning.  I didn't check Sunday (oops!)  About the only chicken is can't be is the Easter Egger, and that's because her eggs are supposed to be green/bluish/pinkish.

I'm pretty excited though.  I was beginning to think that maybe my girls wouldn't lay until the Spring.

The eggs were delicious- I scrambled them with a touch of butter.  The yolks were a deep orange and very firm.  Not at all runny like a store bought egg.  I'm looking forward to more eggs!  (And sending notice to the rest of the girls! They need to start laying too!)

Saturday, November 5, 2011


I've been a participant in NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) for almost 6 years now.  I've never finished, not even close.  Life always gets in the way.  I don't mind.  It's just fun, almost relaxing, if you don't take it seriously.

This year I'm again participating, and this year is probably the most relaxed I've been.  In the 5 days since it's begun, I've actually been ahead (for once).  I know the story is terrible, full of holes and inconsistencies and spelling errors.  Oh and terrible terrible names.  I hate picking names for characters.  But this year I'm on pace to actually do really well if I can stick with it.  If life doesn't get in the way.  (Did I mention my favorite British person in the world is coming to visit me again on November 19?)  Today I'm at 11,194 words, out of the 50,000.

In order to be on track, you needed to have 8,335 words done by the end of today.

So yeah, I'm pretty excited- enough to give you just a little taste of the terrible piece I'm working on.

I placed his head on my lap, tears streaming down my face. Everything around me was burning, but I didn't care.

“Maith...” I tried to say something, but nothing but sobs came. Blood seemed to come from everywhere. My hands were covered in it. Someone approached me, but I didn't care anymore. The bodies of my friends, my lover...they were all there for me to see. I wanted to join them. 
“Don't move.” The soldier told me. I didn't. “Stand up, keep your hands where I can see them. Do it!” He screamed, but I didn't listen. Instead, I glared at him. 
“Why? Why did you kill them?” I sobbed. I leaned over Maith's body, kissing his forehead. “Just do it. Kill me too!” 
The soldier didn't say anything, he just stared at me. I couldn't see his face, just his eyes. There was some pity in them, which made me angry. I didn't want his pity, I wanted him to send me to my death. 
“I hate you. I hate you all. Kill me damn you!” I screamed again, sounding like a crazed person. The soldier nodded, and I braced myself for him to shoot me. He didn't, instead I heard a foot step behind me, and heard a loud thud. As I fell to the ground, I realized that the thud was the sound of a something hitting me in the back of the head. Tears continued to stream, but I lost consciousness.

Pretty bad, huh?  Editing later.  That's what I keep reminding myself.