NaNoWriMo -- Day Fine, I mean Five. No really, I'm fine

Antonia has informed me tonight that she thinks our home is haunted by ghosts that would like to lure her from her bed and have her avenge their murders because, see, they are ghosts and henceforth cannot avenge their OWN murders... that would make them poltergeists which, evidently, they are not. So they MIGHT need her services. You know, because she's so innocent-looking and who would suspect her as a night-wandering vengeance seeker? The ONLY way to prevent such a tragedy is to sleep with the door open... the light on... aaaannnd... maybe in my bed??

My question to you is: Now, why can't I make this kind of stuff up?!

I'd kinda told myself that I wouldn't blog until I had a comfortable amount of NaNoWriMo words stashed away in my story. And, while my word level is nowhere near comfortable (think stilettos and a thong... at a busy mall... in Wisconsin somewhere), I thought I'd give a progress update anyway because the ever-sweet Jenny from Something Interesting asked about those Ds that I'd promised and I'm just tickled that someone gives a rat's cracker... as my Emma would say.

So here is what I have so far:

Title: The Art of Avoiding Pain.
Genre: Literary Fiction. (haha, yeah, whatever.)
Word count: To the left there... the graph that shows I've made little to no progress this weekend.

And I'd give you an excerpt except that I have nothing to share with the world JUST YET... well, I do, but I fear that you would forever be blinded by the foaming-at-the-mouth BADNESS. And I don't mean bad in the good or phat or even the shiznitty kind of way. It's just bad bad BAD, like political ads and Happy Meal toys and the last episode of Seinfeld... as all my first drafts tend to be. I will share some of this novel with you once it starts to actually sound like a novel, and not a Weird Al Yankovic song... as much as I love Weird Al.

PS: Go Julie and Trudy!! You guys are doing EXCELLENT!