crazywithkeyboard

I almost forgot to mention -- I got my printed copy back (thank you, gilraen2).

So since I had it with me when BH and I met my folks for dinner, I showed it to them. Mom was surprised. "You wrote a book?"

Good grief, what did she think I was doing scribbling into all those spiral notebooks back in high school and college? Though I have to admit, I was pretty darned low key about it back then ... which is why I wrote in spiral notebooks, because they'd look like my school books ... and I didn't go around saying things like, "Hum, think I'll go write for an hour or two before bed."

I guess one of the reasons that I don't talk about writing much is because I'm a little superstitious about it. I'm afraid that if I say it out loud, it won't happen. Silly, huh?

Labels: NaNoBook, writing philosophy