i love chris, the nanowrimo guy…
“And if you, like me, are somewhere far below 50,000, know that the week of our heroic, come-from-behind victory has officially begun. This is not just something we’ll do. It’s something we are. We’re last-minute writers, quick-witted storytellers, and procrastinating dreamers. Dreamers who are wide awake now, and flying towards the finish line. ”

i have more than half of my word count left to write, and it is the last week of nanowrimo. am i insane? yes, i believe i am. for pete’s sake, what was i thinking? i guess i was thinking i needed a little pressure.
today is the last day of ramadan, which means that soon, fee will be able to pig out!! like a hungry, vegetarian pig. and, in celebration, all non-muslim americans will pig out on thursday. in a show of religious tolerance. because that’s what america’s all about right? tolerance. sure. actually, i believe america, and thanksgiving, is all about turkey. for me, it’s all about stuffing and pie. i’m in charge of the pies every year. and i think this is due to be one of my good years. every few years, i start to get cocky, and think i’ve got this pie baking shit down pat. and something bad happens to humble me. last year i decided to forgo the pecan pie, which i don’t like anyway, for another family recipe my mom really likes. my grandma loretta’s apple cake. it was a disaster!! i don’t remember what the cake is supposed to be like… but my cake was mush, and tasted like… paste. the pumpkin pie was fine. but a few years before that, i forgot to put sugar in the pumpkin pie. it tasted like … again… paste. this year, i’m sticking to the traditional pumpkin and pecan pies. nothing fancy or new. so i should be ok, knock on wood. like i said, i’m due for a year of successful baking, after last years horrific apple cake debacle. if someone wants something else, let them make it themselves. the best part about it is, i’m making one pie for the family and one for me. yummmm… i could live on pumpkin pie with whipped cream on top. [don’t say it, fee. i know what you are thinking.]