Not busy, just distracted.

National Novel Writing Month is upon us again. Some of the more knitterly of you may know it as NaKniSweMo or NaBloWriMo or whatever else. I'm not knitting, I'm not blogging, I'm writing. And I'm aiming for 75,000 words as opposed to the "official" 50,000 words. Already I'm at 25,000 and oh yeah, did I mention that I'm writing a vampire book? Well, sort of, it's my take on vampires. It's dumb, full of flash backs and side tracks but if you're interested, I may make it available to read. There's a vampire sheep, that might keep your interest. But yes, being in the valley of Twilight fever, I thought I'd make the worst of it and compound the problem, harr harr.

Today is the official day that we close on our house out in SF (no, not San Francisco or SciFi--though that might not be far off). When everything is said and done, I'll be out of here by Friday and into my new home. I'll be living in the basement because that's where all the bedrooms that are not the master bedroom are. Oh, I know the whole stigma of being my age and still living with parents and in their basement. Whatever. No one's bothered me about it and I'm not bothered about it either. And I've already picked a lovely shade of sage green to paint the walls. I'm tired of looking at white walls and if I can have my way, they'll also sport dragons. Ha!

But man, am I ever glad that the elections are over. Maybe I'll be able to talk to a few of my friends again. Or rather, maybe they'll talk to *me* again. Talk about a bunch of stuffed shirts who need to unclench to remove rods from uncomfortable anatomical regions on EITHER side of the fence. I should have worn a sign that said "GET OVER IT" the entire time. In fact, I still *do* need to wear that sign in some areas. Really. But I won't get into it. There are enough people who are saying what I would merely echo and as Florence Nightingale put it: You ask me why I do not write something.... I think one's feelings waste themselves in words, they ought all to be distilled into actions and into actions which bring results. Isn't that a lovely quote? I find that despite the fact that I just realized that I don't like nurses, I think she's a wonderful inspiration.

As for knitting, well, I do have pictures of it but they're on my camera and I can never get up the energy to upload them. Besides, who wants to see pictures of knitting? Especially when I could show you my little brother's Halloween outfit:

From Misc

He dressed up as Doctor Steel who is very similar to Dr. Horrible to the point that some say that Dr. Horrible is a rip off of Doctor Steel. I can see it but I find them both marvelous and can't complain.

And yes, he shaved his head to do it.

Anyways, I'm going back to my clapotis (shut up, you know I had to make one SOME time) and writing about vampires and their sheep.