The Pyrenees---Southern France

The Pyrenees---Southern France

Wednesday, November 23, 2011


         I am close enough to the end of NaNoWriMo to think, optimistically, that I will finish it. However, if I am able to cross the 50,000-word finish line, it will take some novel revising strategies to improve my "novel." (The quotation marks are used because at this point, it can only be loosely called a novel. There are lots of places I have a straight line across the page, signifying I have to put some "connecting" stuff in that spot. And not just a little something, either. No, I'll need to put big piles of something in many places.)

         In other words, it's a hot mess right now.

         But as I took a break this morning, I read Lisa Ricard Claro's post. It went up today (Wednesday, the 23rd) and is entitled "Good Gravy!" but if you go and check out her blog on another day, you won't be disappointed to find another post.)

         Yes, she lures us into her post with a photo of a gravy boat full of a fat-filled, delicious cargo. Don't be angry when you don't get to ladle some onto your potatoes. Lisa cannot help it. When you see photos of her, you realize that the only "gravy" she enjoys is the non-greasy type, the "my-kids-are-wonderful" kind of gravy...the "my-writing-friends-are-incredible, even-if-one-of-them-has-a-head-on-a-stick" kind of gravy...the "my-weiner-dog-is-the-best-dog-in-the-world" kind of gravy. In other words, the gravy of life...

        Lisa's story about her son brought to mind a story about my daughter when she was a kid--probably 3 or so. I used to have a long drive to work when she was young, and her daycare center was close to my work, so we spent a lot of time in the car. She learned to talk early because while I drove, I would chat to her about the weather, the plans I had for work, what we would get from the grocery store on the way home, and so on.

       I digress.

       I have always been fond of the horn. It is put on the car for a purpose. When a driver would do something stupid, I would give a quick toot and say, "Dammit!"  I realized I was teaching my daughter the wrong thing when I tooted the horn once to let a driver know they could go through an intersection ahead of me and my little girl said, "Dammit!" with the perfect inflection.

       This was decades before road rage became all the rage, so I no longer use my horn like I used to, and I've also learned to control my mouth--most of the time.

       Read Lisa's post. She has marvelous advice for writers, along with the heart-warming story about her son.


  1. Aw, thanks, Sioux. You always make me sound so good. LOL Your story about your daughter made me laugh. My son actually announced to a full--and very quiet--plane (on landing approach in Chicago, at midnight) that people shoud say "darn or sugar, but never say s**t!" The entire plane full of people about fell out of their seats laughing. And I realized what you did in a slightly different way---that I was way overdoing the "don't say" stuff. That by putting so much emphasis on it, I was actually promoting the behavior I was trying to prevent. Kids. They'll shine the spotlight on us every time. God bless 'em. :) Good luck with NaNo! I'm so far behind I don't know if I can catch up, but I'm trying. Wishing you and your family a wonderful Thanksgiving!

  2. Oh yeah, out of the mouths of babes (big and little)!

  3. Hi Sioux! Yes, I read Lisa's blog, after I stopped here of course. I always do what you tell me to do. didn't know that??!! :)

    Great post. I love all these kiddo stories. My oldest son, Scott, was about 6 when he looked in the refrigerator one day and opened a tub of margarine. He yelled into the living room and said, "This butter smells like sh*t!" OMG, I almost ROTFL. That was my favorite word back then...and really, I still say it much too often! I'm like you, though. I try to watch what I say. :)
    Happy Thanksgiving!

  4. I swear that the most meek and timid souls become lions (and extremely cranky lions) when behind the wheel of a car. Gotta admit that I'm right in that group, too!

    Critter Alley

  5. Sioux don't worry about your hot mess of words as I'm right there with you. I'm so excited for you. I know Lisa will make it too! Woot! Woot!

  6. A hot mess is better than nothing, which is what I have! Congratulations on knowing you'll win NaNo! And you have no idea how grateful I was to read your story of teaching your child an unsavory word. I too swore in traffic because I thought the baby was asleep in his car seat and he didn't talk yet, anyway. Guess what? He wasn't, and guess when he learned to speak and with what word? I felt like the worst mother ever.


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