Happy Halloween! Tomorrow's El Dia De La Rodilla. My $6 Million Knee. I'm waiting to be terrified until they give me the happy drugs -- then it'll be too late! I'll be happy before the devil knows it's time to scare me. Ha!
I'm ready. I'm optimistic. I have done everything I can think of to prepare. I comprehend the risks -- everybody's crystal clear about the risks and reassuring about the outcome. All in all, it feels like a sound decision -- a choice in favor of living a full life. Of vitality. Of adventures not yet ventured upon. Of blocks of walking. Of hiking energetically through airports after being strip searched, of course, in search of metal. In the end, one chooses and then forges on.
Now the BEST thing -- besides how solicitous my family and my multitudes of friends have been -- you guys are the BEST of the BEST, don't you forget it -- is that the NaNoWriMo challenge -- no matter how ridiculous for me to have considered -- is ON! I have a working title. A rough plot. Some smallish details. Ready to roll.
Anybody else want on the NaNoWriMo bus? It's FAR from too late, just jump! http://www.nanowrimo.org/ And, listen! Right now NaNoWriMo has already begun in New Zealand, Japan, South Korea, Micronesia, most of Australia, and half of Russia. It's sweeping the Earth. All so cool I fear frostbite.
Now, how about The Blog? I have a plan. It is the plan of network TV. Reruns!
While I'm recuperating and discovering for myself how fantastic oxycodone really can be, I'll be using most of my writing strength for a 50,000 word novel entitled Agatha's Knee, a murder mystery about a Hercule Poirot fan who sees a murder in -- wait for it! -- a hospital. Is it really murder or did someone just succumb to all that risk that's going around?