I signed up to write a novel for November.
Yes, November. The one that has two full days of cooking in it. The particular November that my van was going to break down and be in the shop for the two solid weeks that my husband was going to be out of town. The one where my dad was going to have his pacemaker installed. That November.
This very November.
At any rate, this is why you haven't heard from me. I'm frantically writing a novel.
I'm insane, I think.
At any rate, I'm almost at the final conflict. I'm just over two-thirds of the way done.
You'll be able to read it soon.
Meanwhile, here's the synopsis I wrote up for the NaNoWriMo page…
A Catholic couple seems infertile until they test positive for pregnancy. The husband is thrilled but the wife is dumbfounded as she had been taking birth control pills for their entire marriage. Tensions steadily rise over the news until a miscarriage occurs, which sends the wife into an unexpected tailspin when she finds herself experiencing grief instead of her expected feelings of relief. Will her husband discover her secret pills? Or worse…will he find out about the abortion she'd had so long ago.