A NaNoWriMo journal supplemental
The Maple Leafs are playing and so I thought I would juggle watching them play and work on my NaNoWriMo project at the same time.
It seemed like a good way to get in 3 hours of work, and a little entertainment on the side.
First period down and the Maple Leafs are 2 goals down.
What I first thought was going to be easy, is now becoming mission impossible.
After the second Philadelphia goal, Chester, my stalwart anti-everything cat comes down to see what the commotion is. By that I mean, almost yelling at the TV screen.
A lot of good that’s going to do when they’re 12,000 miles away on the other side of the world.
And by the look on Chester’s face, I think he thinks it’s a waste of time too. Or maybe that’s his usual, I don’t give a $%^^%$ expression he has most of the time.
We have the Philadelphia feed so we’re getting the joy from the intermission analysts at their teams lead, but it does take me back to Philadephia when we were there last year when they cut to shots of the city.
And, of course, instead of having my eyes on the story, I’m now thinking of a subplot, yes, you guessed it, in Philadelphia, which is not very far from New York where the main action takes place.
We score. It’s now a more respectable scoreline, but Anderson has his work cut out for him, and I’m thinking of turning off the sound because I don’t want to hear any more praise for their young stars.
The story proceeds, taking out the outline pages and looking to see where it can fit in. Yes, I see a gap where I can fit in an interlude, and scribble a few notes.
End of the second period. Still 2 goals to 1 down.
Start of the third period. Chester decided to jump up on the table and, seeing the pencil sitting there, starts to push it around with his paw, I snatch it away, and he gives me a chastising swipe.
Blast him, while my attention was diverted we score again, and I missed it., Thank heavens for the replay. Over and over.
I finish the notes for the interlude, and the game ends a draw. We now move to overtime.
I get the first few lines of the chapter I began working on at the start of the game, and just as the words are flowing, overtime ends with no score and we go into a shootout. And before you know it, the game’s over and we’ve lost.
I swear Chester is smirking so I pick him up and put him on the floor with a very stern admonishment.
No, I’m not taking the loss badly, but there’s a few bad guys about to die horribly.