Wednesday, May 2, 2007

NaNoWriMo Claims Another Victim

I shouldn't have told the Banshees about it.

Really.

But they caught me in an off moment, the sort of moment where they've done something they shouldn't have and they know they shouldn't have and I've just caught them red-handed doing it and I'm squalling like a cat in a mangle about how I should be able to relax after they are supposed to be in bed and just because I'm in training for a contest doesn't mean that they are entitled to run around the house like I'm deaf and can't figure out that they're up to something.....

Yeah, like they heard all of that.

What they heard: Mom.

In Training.

Contest.

Cooooool.

Immediately I had their full, undivided attention and they wanted to know all of the particulars. So now the entire house is in training for a contest that I don't think I'm going to be able to get through without copious amounts of chocolate, coffee, and possibly mead, not to mention dead silence and the fervent hope that the spouse has decamped to his mother's with children in tow. What the heck. Life is a gamble so let's throw the dice.

The Banshees have opted for a set time every day for writing, writing, and nothing but writing. They've declared an earlier bedtime (yeah, let's see how long that lasts, shall we?), the need for more books, and hand exercises because they think that if they're going to write for long periods of time they just might need them. Huh. Smart Banshees. I wouldn't have thought of that.

The set time for writing went of with only a minor hitch: youngest Banshee (who can't write yet anyway) was sent to bed early and was sleeping like a contented brick. The real time consuming activity was convincing children that spelling did not matter. Grammar did not matter. Plot and characters did not matter. My only requirements were lined paper and a collection of connected letters. They finally got into the swing of things but I swear I thought I was going to have to pry that dictionary out of Middle Banshee's hands with a 6-foot crowbar.

Oh yeah. Bedtime didn't quite go off as planned. But it's only the first day in a 6-month training period, so I'm sure we'll improve.

Just as soon as I unload that bridge I bought a while ago.