california dreamin'

ugh, i haven't had time to read any posts let alone write. i'm embarrassed to post my meager nanowrimo count and think i may just have my own nowrimo in february after life settles down.

work work work, plus a whirlwind weekend in california trying to make new memories in old haunts (ouch ouch ouch). it was fun--hell, disneyland was mine before i shared it with anyone else--and i laughed and laughed, but i was definitely a bit more short tempered than i've been lately. i think my family took it in stride, and i apologized to my mom on the flight home.

my favorite memory was an entirely new experience for me...we rented bikes and i rode off on my own up the strand for a couple of hours...past manhattan beach pier and el porto, my old surfing/drowning spot...past all the amazing tiered-level houses and a lazy sunset off in the distance. i rode with 'no hands' and coasted in the breeze, then raced down the hills and sang to myself all the way back to hermosa. it was bittersweet in some ways, but healing...something new in a familiar place that helped to make it all my own.

i've been going going going since i got home and this is the last i'll have a chance to write for the rest of the week. tomorrow all the family gets into town and i play thanksgiving coordinator. i don't even want to think about the backlog of email i've accumulated...

but enough of that, i've resolved to switch off tomorrow, come hell or highwater. happy thanksgiving to everyone. i wish you patience and fun with your families and plenty of source material for next year's novels.