How Not to Start

Now that I've changed my story, I've written a bare bones synopsis and a chapter one. I haven't actually deleted that original first chapter of the "old" story but I will as soon as I'm not in danger of completely depressing myself with my miniscule, already-behind word count (3,015).

I've had a very hectic and tiring week. Stressful. Tomorrow will be more of the same, and then I plan to recover, and isn't that what weekends are for, anyway?

My husband had a colonoscopy today. Boy, wouldn't he love it if he realized I was blogging this? My father-in-law had colon cancer three years ago or so. He was a young father so he's not that much older than my husband, and he advised all his kids to have the checkup. But my husband has refused up until now. For many months into years he wouldn't even talk about it ("Will everyone stop talking about MY BUTT!" he'd scream.) My inlaws worried about it. I nagged. Then I gave up.

Finally, a month or so ago, my husband asked me what I wanted for my birthday. Guess what I said?

So, yeah, he had the procedure today. And naturally, it was a nightmare. Even his doctor was wincing and saying he felt bad at how sick my husband got. I guess he reacted poorly to it all, his blood pressure dropped, he needed IV fluids, blah blah blah. And I sat in the little chair next to his cot as he lay all curled up in pain. Talk about guilty.

However, the doctor also said it was a good thing he'd had the colonoscopy now. And with that I'll stop, as I've surely already given you Too Much Information. I think someday husband will probably be glad I insisted. (I hope I live to see that day!)

In other news, I hosted my first meet-up/write-in at the usual place. There were five of us and we wrote. I gave out goodies. Very productive. NaNoWriMo participants, here's my two cents: go to a meet up!