Day 16 of NaNoWriMo Wordcount 24,155/ NaBloPoMo (16 for 16)
Today is Saturday, and I wrote late into last night and picked back up again from 6 a.m. this morning coffee in hand to meet my word count for the today. I’m writing this Blog and scheduling it to post tonight at 7 p.m., as I’m picking Mom up for breakfast this morning around 9:30 and it’s almost 9 now. She and I are off to Cocina Superior at Brookwood Mall for a Mexican breakfast of bacon and egg tacos, thick creamy black beans, fried breakfast potatoes and lots of their smoky hot salsa.
Maybe I should call it Brunch since Mom always has one Bloody Mary and I have 2 or 3 Mimosas and 2 or 3 cups of coffee. Mimosas and Bloody Mary’s are $2 or they were the last time we were there. They only open early on Saturday and Sunday for breakfast/brunch. We always take the third table by the window, so we can watch the activity on the street: walkers, runners, gardeners tending the potted plants and sweeping the sidewalks, and the food wagon lady delivering her home-cooked fare to the wait staff up and down the street.
By the time we’re finished eating, the stores will be open and we plan on getting a little bit of Christmas shopping and/or looking done.
I probably will not get back to my desk for NaNo
Excerpt from Murder is a Primary Color:
Leaving for Mayax University
Just north of town west of that awesome concrete ribbon that circled the city, called the Loop, rose Mayax University. It was a city unto itself. From a hard-packed rocky floor where once you could see for miles, rose man-made edifices of stone and glass and walkways and trees grew where none had grown before
It loomed in the distance as I drove in from the mountains. The new land rover handled well. Father had surprised with it this morning. "So you can always get home, no matter the terrain. Do well daughter." He took my shoulders with his large gentle hands and kissed me on the forehead, turned and went back through the house.
I knew he would go to his chair on the back porch to smoke his pipe and contemplate the mountain. As I watched his tall lean figure walking away, I sensed an odd mixture of emotions: love, fear, loss all a jumble - so hard to sort.
Nanna patted my arm. "No worry Jadee, no worry. He is a good man, but just a man. He never understood you had to go away and now you are back a day and again you must go away. You were his favorite you know - go everywhere with him, hunt and ride and climb trees. He is so proud and loves you so much. Send him thoughts of love and visit when you can. You can do no more."
"I always felt loved Nanna; I'll be back as often as I can. I promise."
Then it was mother's turn. "Don't do guilt little one. You are a good daughter, and we are as good a parents as we know how to be. Letting go is part of parenting, but knowing it does not make it easier. You belong to yourself and to your destiny. Always remember this. We bear children, but we do not own them. We share a place and space in time with them, nurture, teach and love them and let them be the best that they can be and that can only happen if they are free. Be free. We all know you love us. We will come to see you soon in your new house. Nanna and I have some things to bring you. Be well."
I climbed in the rover top down and was off bag and baggage and a sack of lunch down the twisting path to the silver ribbon that would take me to the city and the House.