Real life calls

I'm still basking in the glow of a quieter, gentler holiday. My husband and I spent the day at home, something that, although unexpected, was a true pleasure. We watched the Macy's parade, cooked while we giggled over silly things, ate until we could hardly move, then danced in the kitchen while we waited for the apple pie crust to turn the perfect shade of brown. Until the wee hours we held hands before a roaring fire, watching scary movies and eating chocolate cake. Does it get any better than that? I think not.

But today, real life calls. My NaNo novel isn't writing itself. It's going well, but I've got to put in a few hours of writing time. I've got to get that body from point a to point b! Get my suspects scrambling! Build tension and point fingers!

Yeah, real life calls. :)