As some of you may be aware I've been helping to paint my house this month. This month should have been perfect for it, kind of overcast weather, cool. Somehow Western Washington has moved it's positioning however into some form of boiling pot. Yesterday it was 85 degrees, for some that may not be much, but here it's very strange. That said, it makes it difficult to be creative for me, I tend to work best in much colder weather. Even at two in the morning it was hot in our house, unfortunate because the breaking of the new day (two-four in the morning) tend to be my better writing hours.

    Today I'm going to go get free BBQ at my Credit Union, they're celebrating 70-years of service this month, they're very nice and have excellent food. I am also going to go see my boyfriend's uncle today and we're going to work on a project that he's trying to get started, it's exciting and scary. I don't like to crawl out of my hidden spot under the bed under the ground in a sealed cave (metaphorically speaking) but I force myself to do so, for fun and excitement. I'd prefer this kind to the stress-excitement of anger and people who inflict such feelings on me.

    I also intend to come up with my plot for Labor Day weekend and I'll be writing like a mad-woman. The representative that I spoke with and asked about typical word counts and acceptable word counts, said that in the 3daynovel contest the novel usually are around 40k words. So I'm going to shoot for 70-100k in three days. Why? Because I'm relatively sure that if I set my mind to it I can. Also, during last year's Nanowrimo I wrote almost 20k in one day and that was only about four hours of the day writing, and then I wanted to go hang out with my friends. So I don't think it's overly ambitious of me to want to complete a 100k novel that I will begin and end in three days. Amusingly enough, I am going to be house sitting (and dog sitting) for my father starting September 3rd and lasting three weeks. I'm very apprehensive about this for many reasons, but I told him I would and I won't back out. Mostly I'm freaked out about house sitting because I'll have to stay there, and make sure that Lily (the dog) is okay and doesn't do anything detrimental to herself. That said I know very little about dogs. Luckily my father will show me everything I need to do/watch out for and give me a list, which is good and relieves a lot of the panic. I'm also not sure how much internet access I'll have, it depends on the state of his computer and all that.

    My three cats are now free from their room, which means that I'll have to be going soon before they too wish to play with my computer. Their fascination must stem from my own. All of our (my boyfriend's and mine) cats are rescued/found cats. The most recent being "Saint Over Still Waters," who was less than two-months old when we found her during the flooding that was going on around where we live, she's now about eight months old. Our middle cat "Shiva" nicknamed "Longtail," or "Pumpkin" for her orange-white coloration, was found outside a McDonalds/Cheveron, and was black with all the grease, none of the employees had called any animal shelters about her despite her having lived there for several months. She was approximately five months and is now five or six years old and very cantankerous. Then we have "Nathaniel," or "Nat" who is the old man of the group. He's probably around 11-13 years old is black with grey-ish stripes and brown undertones and still is playful as a kitten when the mood arises. I got him from a shelter who said the owners had beaten him a lot and left him at a rest stop, he's a very lovey cat.  They all have their own personality quirks that make them humorous, special, interesting and sometimes the most annoying creatures in the universe, but I love them, they're my "kids," as I don't really want the responsibility or trouble of actual kids.