NaNoWriMo Prep in Full Swing

Prepping for NaNoWriMo is hard for a pantser. With each step I want to write. I have my Aeon Timeline & Scrivener all set up. With each plot I come up with I get excited and want to write again. Research is done, as much as I can anyway. I think I learned more about weapons from the 1700's & 1800's than I learned about science in math in high school.

Here is my main planner steps.

• Figure out if it will be one of my series.
• Figure out what characters will be bouncing around. 
• Find character pictures for inspiration
• Make a playlist to get motivated
• Research whatever I think is needed.
• Try and find characters that will be in but on the sidelines.
• Take notes when something comes to mind.
• Name characters.
• Make out bios and back history for characters if needed.
• Plan meals.
• Plan snacks for my long days of writing.
• Get house cleaned so no distractions. 
• Set time limits for Facebook, Twitter, etc.
• Try not to write (hard as heck).

Here is what I wrote when I got up this morning. It has nothing to do with NaNoWriMo but I was inspired. It is political so beware. I usually don't post about politics but this one just came to me.

Morning Thoughts

I am NOT normal so this post won't be either.
HYPOTHETICALLY in the future....
Lets say I just got out of bed, my brain wanted to grab a penis. Not sure who's penis but non the less a penis.
Now lets say I actually left the house and saw a hot sweaty, sexy half dressed guy with a penis (most guys have them). This guy is just walking along, well more like strutting (you get the point). Say I walk over to him say 'Hi' & grab his penis. He doesn't like it and calls the police.
"Miss, what do you think you were doing? You can't go around grabbing a man's junk."
"Officer, President Donald Trump said grabbing pussy was okay so I grabbed me some penis."
"That is not what he said."
"Officer, I have all of his debates on my computer, a USB and burned to a disc."
"What you did was sexual harassment not 'locker room talk'."
"I see a half dressed sweaty guy right." I point to the guy. "He was just in a man's locker room, at least it looks like it to me."
"I see your point, you may go."
This teaches us that t's a two way street.
Just think men who want Trump as president, a disgusting drugged up female may just walk up to you and grab your penis. She'd get away with it.
Women just think a nasty, dirty, drugged out guy could walk up to you daughters and grab them some pussy and of course he'd get away with it.
Get your heads out of your asses and see the truth.

That's it for politics.

Now to planning more. I want to get a few more secondary characters bios done. So off I go.

Stress of a Bipolar

Never say "I can't get any worse." Because it can. This week has proven it.

Monday I had my yearly mammogram. Yes it hurt, but it's a necessary for me. My son got hurt at work and has cuts & scrapes all over his face, arms and legs.

Tuesday radiology called and said they needed more angles and a ultrsound. I get to wait a week & a half before I can get the tests done.

Wednesday I had my blood tests for everything you can imagine. Found out my PAP from the week before, came back abnormal and I'll have to have them done every 3 months until it's normal. Blood tests are good except my white count cells. Which means I go back on antibiotics & antivirals. This means my bipolar meds and mood stabilizers will work less. I had to send my daughter back to her grandma's because I won't know when an anger episode will hit.

How I'm dealing with it...
I'm not. My mom and paternal grandma died from breast cancer and I'm a cervical cancer survivor.  I can't focus. So far I have watched Charmed since Monday. It's seems to make me feel a bit better.
I have written very little. Though I have plotted several books out, if I ever get to writing again. I'm glad I finished CampNaNoWriMo before all this hit. I managed 30k in 20 days.


There have been a few good things in the last week:
Saturday: My daughter and her friends, my gaggle of giggling girls, spent a night. I love having them here, they talk to me about everything from friends to sex to things they shouldn't do. It makes me feel great they feel they can open up like that to me.
My son and his friend were also here. They were in and out of the apartment but, took me to the store.
Both groups of kids gave me hugs every time they came in and out. Hugs make you feel better.
A good thing is I have the money to pay ALL my bills for next month without borrowing. That relieves some of my stress. I also have a bit in savings still. You can't imagine how much a little thing like being able to pay bills.

Today I felt a little better and made up beef stew in the crockpot.