You've all been so supportive, so encouraging, so strategically menacing (I'm talking to YOU, Annette Lyon) during this NaNoWriMo experience, you should be the first to know my novel has been optioned by Mariah Carey's production company! She intends to use my story to develop a biopic on the life of Minnie Pearl, that lady from Hee Haw who always wore a hat with a price tag dangling from it. Of course, given the fact that my novel takes place in a 12th century Roman monastery, it's going to require a little revision before it hits the big screen. But, hey! I'm just happy to be a part of the process...
10: I'm thankful for the miracles of modern medicine. Although this is posting on Tuesday, I'm actually writing it on Sunday night. And that's a miracle, considering I've been laid up with a gall bladder attack since early Friday morning. Between my very kind internist agreeing to meet my husband and me not once but twice this weekend, and that magic happy juice he shot into my south forty, I'm happily blogging instead of moaning on the couch and offering to double the allowance of any teenager in the house willing to smother me with a pillow.
I may have surgery this week, which just goes to show that you really can't have your cake and eat it - and the ice cream and the Hallowe'en candy and Cafe Rio pork enchiladas and those new mushroom swiss burgers from McDonalds - too without nature eventually demanding a little payback and your organs start dropping out on the lawn. ("Has anyone seen my spleen? Honestly, it was right here a minute ago.")
Anyway, I'm still writing my novel and bossing my family around and generally functioning, all due to the lovely reality that we live in miraculous, drug-intensive times.