NaNoWriMo 2015. Day 7.
Not enough coffee in the world. This may drive me to drink. I am pretty sure I am sitting in a public coffeeshop and may just have forgotten my pants today. Don’t mind me… I am writing a novel this month.
J and I have decided a few things. I am always right. Established. We like different toilet paper. And will buy two different types. And he can buy whatever art he wants to and the way to avoid the great art fights is that all of his will go in the bathrooms of our home. Absolutely anything he wants… one day to be auctioned off after his death and when both of us are famous as “The Bathroom Art Collection of J”. No fight on the subject of art. We both do not want children so if you ever see him babysitting my nephews just know that he changed his mind and is getting a dose of birth control. We both do not want marriage so if you see him looking like he got kicked in the face know that he attempted bended knee and did, indeed, get kicked in the face.
I am also only eleven months away from age thirty-five today. I heard “We are in our mid thirties” today….I had some ouch moments.
And now to write…
Behind The White Gate.