It’s officially week two of NaNoWriMo and NaBloPoMo.  A lot happened in the first week of my write-a-palooza!  On day one, I joined NaNoWriMo at the last minute with NO PLOT in mind.  On day two I met up with a couple of NaNo writers in my region and we played Word Wars in the back corner of our local Panera.  I found myself crying while writing a particular scene, and yes, it was in public, and part of me was horrified.  On day three, the plot came to me just as I was laying my head to the pillow for a much needed nap.

On day four, I came down with the flu.  Yes, that flu, but it was mild.  Just a bit of a headache, sore throat, mild fever, some floppy stomach stuff, and it knocked me out a lot.  And by a lot, I mean I was passing out while standing, faceplanting into my food, and otherwise suffering from hazardous spontaneous sleep attacks.  I finally decided it was probably best to just stay in bed where it was soft and safe, and to avoid foods I was liable to drown in.

All this sleeping got me to wondering if I wasn’t actually suffering from narcolepsy instead of that flu, and whether or not narcolepsy was an adult onset disorder, and if so, if I was in the age group.  So, with nothing better to do while lolling about in bed between sleep attacks, I looked it up.  Turns out I AM!  That is, I’m between 3 and 55, in case you were wondering.

According to the NIH, this narcolepsy, which I may or may not be suffering from, could be quite a handy disorder to have.  And since a definitive diagnosis can’t be made until 10-15 years after onset of the first symptoms, whose to say I don’t have it?  I started thinking about all the various applications of a nap attack disorder.  Disastrous blind dates, hearing your boss coming down the hall and knowing he’s looking for that report, when the PTA moms ask for volunteers to bake 1 bajillion cupcakes…are we understanding the power implications here?

Then I remembered I don’t do blind dates, bosses, or the PTA.  Meh.  I’m sure I’ll find a use for it, when the time is right.

I digress.  Lots more happened, but mostly related to some new bloggers I’ll be introducing you to tomorrow.  Also, don’t forget, tomorrow is Monday Memoirs, if you feel so inspired.  For now, meet Gabriel Gadfly, a poet, who picked up the challenge at the last hour, and in a very modern Renaissance man kind of way, wrote this poem while being fed prompts from Twitter:

What Loving You Was Like

Like the taste of wind escaping my hands.

Like tea gone cold, too steeped, unsipped.

Like letters, writ large upon a wall, such that

They can be read only one at a time

And the complete word never grasped.

Like time-travel science, sabotaged by itself

And terminated before it could learn its own extended secret.

Like a fat cat’s dream of gazelle in savanna grass,

Interrupted by the sound of a tuna can

Opening.

Like graffiti on train cars, constrained to tracks,

Observed and forgotten at the momentary

Crossing of paths, but remembered,

Perhaps with regret, by its artist.

In other words:

  • A novel proposal by LCeel.
  • A coveted mark by Patsy.
  • Graffiti Writ Large by Patti.
  • A Surprise Meeting by Angelgal.

That wraps up last week’s challenge.  If you are new to the 100 Word Challenge, go here.  The new challenge is from Living with the Devil, by Stephen Batchelor.

Examine

Now if you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel sleepy.

With love,