habitual reasoning

It's Monday.  Mondays for me are good days, a day to reflect upon yesterday's gridiron feats, on the new week, on NaNo.  It just happens that November begins on a Tuesday this year, and while a good number of youngsters are thinking sweet thoughts for this evening, for others it's words, plenty of words.

My team won yesterday, a lackluster second half against Cleveland, but the Niners pulled out the victory.  Bob's team was off, so was my brother's Raiders.  We watched different teams in the morning, Baltimore nearly losing their shirts to Arizona, the New York Giants brushing off the pesky and still winless Miami Dolphins.  After a long drive Saturday seeing family, which was absolutely wonderful, all Bob and I wanted to do on Sunday was take it easy.  A little editing for me, then footie, followed by Bob at the barbecue, temps in the upper 70s F.  Going to cool off later this week, finally, as it will be November.  November and NaNo, both start with N.  NaNo starts tomorrow, and I'm moderately prepared, or as ready as I'm going to get.  Today's full of errands, also the usual tea, a bagel at lunch; I'm a complete creature of habit, can't break out of certain comfort zones.  NaNo is like that, but November isn't just about words.  Bob and Thea celebrate birthdays, there's Thanksgiving, there's football.  A goiter is trying to intrude, hah!  Small potatoes dude, you're just small spuds.

I realize lately the blog has been hijacked by goiters and other angsty information, always something nipping at my heels.  Tonight it's more football, passing out candy, probably last minute plotting, watching San Diego hopefully beat the living snot out of Kansas City.  The Chiefs' coach isn't my cup of tea, and I really like Philip Rivers, the Chargers' quarterback.  I like getting so into a game, then the slight interruption of the doorbell, trick or treat ringing like a song.  The song of childhood, and with two of mine home, they can get the door while I pay attention to wide receivers and running backs.  And maybe some of my own machinations getting their acts sorted.  One NaNovel has plenty of backstory, but the chapters are loosey-goosey, while the other has a strong sense of order, but names elude.  Maybe it's due to still being on daylight savings time.  I think now the powers-that-be don't move the clocks back until after Halloween, giving kids one more hour of daylight to roam the streets.  We never get any kids until well after 6 PM, by which time it is rather dusky.  My two novels are battling for which can be less organized, or maybe it's just me not feeling as, well, anal as usual.  With some novels I'm pretty OCD, but this autumn everything has felt out of sync, maybe it's my 49ers and their 6-1 record.  They haven't been this good since, well, since I used to live in America.  Back in the early and mid-1990s they RAWKED.  Then for ages they just sucked.  Now they are appearing as a ghost, some semblance to the glorious past.  But in the past my children were tiny, and I only dreamed of writing.  Now, well, now I am an author and my kids, while still living at home, won't be out gathering goodies, instead passing treats to those truly young.  (Okay, Jay might be trekking about, but Bud's days in costume are long gone.)

Every NaNo is different; this year I'm writing two concurrently.  Kids are close, it's been a few years since that was the case.  Thea will be bringing her betrothed home when she arrives for her birthday later in November.  That's certainly new, and actually it's Brian bringing Thea home to us.  Life's always changing, even if I still eat a bagel every lunchtime, those cups of tea endless and enduring.  NaNo, oh yes, NaNoWriMo!  Six years running for me, six years of digging deep, diving into my own little ocean of dreams. Yes, I always wanted to be a writer, and here I am again, ready to skim my toes along that shimmering pool.  By this time tomorrow, those calm waters will be rippled, perhaps breaking into waves.  Tomorrow, all hey breaks loose!