First they ignore you, then they laugh at you, then they fight you, then you win. (Mohandas Gandhi)

Gear up, all, November is National Novel Writing Month. That’s 50,000 words in 30 days. Are you up to the challenge? Go to nanowritmo.org for more info. And am I up the challenge? With one novel as near to completion as I’ve ever had it… maybe. 50,000 words requires 2,000 words a day. If I can get some words on the blog, some on the book, and some on short stories and poems just to keep the ol’ brain shook up, then maybe I will make the challenge. But I doubt it’ll come in the form of a brand spankin’ new novel, even the bones for one.

We got the garden put to bed yesterday and I’m processing the last of the tomatoes into sauce as I write this. Two cows are yet to calve, both heifers. The dirty half-dozen, the older six calves, are full it as ever, and the younger four calves seem to be bearing the cool weather well. It’s easy for cold and damp autumn weather to make calves sick and they can die easily from scours or pneumonia.

On that cheery note, Maxine has had too much time on her hands today and has chewed up the mudroom step, terrorized Zip, who is still not quite up to snuff after throwing up for twenty-four hours straight yesterday, and herded Molly into a corner causing her to need a good talking to (Molly, not Maxine). So little Max has been exiled to the porch where she can make her own fun until Dad comes home.

All right, enough procrastinating. I need to get writing. Then its lasagna for supper. Yey!