Living with Ovarian Cancer

Hooray for me - I finally finished National Novel Writing Month with a total word count of 50,126!!!! Not bad for one month, huh?

It does of course mean that now NaNoWriMo is over, I don't have to write 2000 words a day every day for a month so I can start writing my blog again. All I have set myself target-wise for the next three months is to write 500 words a day on either my old NaNo effort from last year - 50K+ and still going - or this years effort which is Harry Potter fan fic. Have to say that I have posted the first five chapters of this on Fanfiction.net and so far it's had some really good reviews, which is always nice especially as it's my first fanfic effort ever!

Must get round to finishing off last year's NaNo effort and get it on Lulu, see if anyone wants to buy it!

Other news, my wonderful bro-in-law has been round a couple of times this week to help (hah, I helped him!) replace the cream carpet in my living room (never a good idea with two cats who shed pretty much all year round!) with a lovely laminate wood flooring like the one in my converted loft-bedroom. Finished it a couple of days ago and frankly it's brilliant - bought a nice big rug from Ikea yesterday for a mere £10 which sets it off nicely and still gives the cats something soft to lie on in front of the fire (always important if you actually want to use your lap for anything like putting a book on!). If you ever read this Dave, it's lovely and thanks a million. When you get round to doing the same to your living room, you know where I am!

And my lovely friend from Leicester who is now living in Bournemouth and totally skint has finally admitted defeat and is in theory going to be moving up here in January! Wicked or what? Ain't seen her for ages and ages, on account of me being in Yorkshire and her being waaaaaaaaay down south, so it'll be wicked to have her living with me for a bit til she finds her own place! Come on Sylv, get your butt up here!!

Anyway, enough said. Off to chill by reading very bad fanfic and thinking "God, mine's well better than that!"

Yes, had my mum on the phone today reminding me that it is now LESS THAN FIVE WEEKS until Christmas!!!!! Blimey, already? It don't seem two weeks ago that we were on holiday in Bonny Scotland, but its actually three months ago! Ack!

Got my friend coming up from Bournemouth for Christmas, as well as my sister, her husband and his brother coming over for Christmas lunch. Its my turn this year, apparently. Not that I mind - warms the house up quite nicely when the oven's on for about four hours, what with the turkey and the roasties and everything else. Don't know how much I'll feel like eating, bearing in mind it'll be 15 days precisely since my fourth dose of chemotherapy, but I'm sure I'll manage to choke down some roasties and of course the Christmas pud, if nothing else! And probably copious amounts of red wine, which if I get a decent one does get rid of the metallic taste that chemo leaves quite nicely!

Speaking of wine, bought a Californian Merlot from Tesco last week which is quite nice. Was surprised as it was rather cheap - Echo Falls or something beginning with E, anyway. The bottle's downstairs and I'm too comfy in my computer chair upstairs, wrapped in a throw and with two candles going for light and heat, to be bothered to get up, troll downstairs and go find out the actual name. Terrible being this idle, isn't it?!?

But hey, my stairs are steep (old - like 1845 - terraced house), downstairs is getting cold cos I've turned the fires off on account of being up here, and Computer Room (the old front bedroom before I got my loft converted) is warm! Even with the door wedged open for the cats.

Speaking of cats, I managed to confuse my youngest cat Jake last weekend - not that it takes much as he's not the brightest penny in the bag! He kindly brought in a live mouse and sat down in the middle of the living room floor with it in his gob. So before he dropped it and it buggered off under the furniture or more likely down the hole in the plaster under the floor, I took it out of his mouth - not a mark on it mind - and took it down the garden. In the dark, cold and rain - the things I do to rescue local wildlife! When I got back in, Jake spent the next half hour looking round the same patch of floor where I'd taken the mouse from him as if it was still there! He kept looking under the settee. Now, bearing in mind my settee comes with in a centimetre of the floor, if a mouse had got under there it would be the rodent equivalent of Eugene Tooms from that Squeeze episode of the X-files! Stupid animal. Jake, I mean, not the mouse. Although the mouse was stupid enough to get caught by something with a bell round its neck, so it can't have been that bright!

Anyway, gotta go. Still need to write 1300 words today for National Novel Writing Month, which runs out on 30th November and I'm only on about 31K where I need 50K!! Eeek!!

Later.

OMG, I'm traumatised for the rest of my life!! Harry Potter's just been shot in the trenches! Just finished watching My Boy Jack on ITV1 - a two hour special about Rudyard Kipling pulling strings to get his only son into the Army at the outbreak of World War 1. Bloody brilliant, like, but the only problem is Daniel Radcliffe, who for those who have been living in a cave for the last five years plays Harry Potter in the movies, played Rudyard's son John (Jack) Kipling. Poor Jack was myopic as all hell, like his dad, and it was only through his dad's royal connections that he got into the army in the first place. Then the day after his 18th birthday the poor bugger got sent over the top at Loos with his platoon in the Irish Guards, and after making it almost all the way to a German machine gun nest got shot, lost his specs for 10 minutes which, speaking as a four-eyed git myself, must have been scary as all hell, then got killed.

Talk about trauma - don't think I'll ever get over watching Harry Potter, the saviour of the wizarding world, get shot in the trenches. As bad as when Sirius fell through the veil in the last film - came out with tears on my cheeks.

Makes you think, though, when they were giving out casualty figures in the first day over 1,000 men died, 300-odd officers and over 700 enlisted men. In the FIRST DAY! Talk about cannon fodder....

I'm never going to be able to listen to Kipling's poem My Boy Jack without seeing Harry Potter get shot. I was leaking at the eyes something chronic by the end, although my mum didn't seem that bothered as she was reading the paper. Although she's not quite as into HP as I am - not that I fancy Harry or anything cos I don't he's too young and in Daniel Radcliffe's case as well too damn short. If I want to go out with a short-arse I'll go clubbing - they're always the ones that try it on as they are eye-level with my boobs - that's my theory anyway! Out of HP characters I'd rather have Sirius, or at a pinch Remus. Bit more my age group! And taller. And boy does Gary Oldman look nice with long wavy hair - yumm. Although top of the list has got to be the 10th Doctor, David Tennant. Tall, manic, sexy scottish accent - what more could a girl want?

Anyway, got the trauma off my chest, off to write another 1000 words on Nanowrimo before bed. Doubt I'll be doing any tomorrow what with Chemo dose 3 tomorrow afternoon - bleh.

Bye bye.