Voice In The Back of My Head: Psssttt….
Me: *continues video game*
Me: *full concentration needed for perfect score on this level*
VITBOMH: *sigh* I know you can hear me. What a coincidence we’re at the computer.
Me: *perhaps knitting is a better way to occupy time*
VITBOMH: Anyway, I can’t help but notice there are but two days left in October.
Me: *Knit one, purl one. Knit one, purl one. Knit one, purl one.*
VITBOMH: Also that you are NOT going on a vacation in November this year.
Me: *KNIT ONE, PURL ONE. KNIT ONE, PURL ONE. KNIT ONE, PURL ONE.*
VITBOMH: We both know where this is going… National Novel Writer’s Month starts in two days.
Me: *radio obviously needs to be louder*
VITBOMH: THAT’S TWO. A SINGLE DAY AND ANOTHER SINGLE DAY.
Me: *any louder and neighbors may hear. consider possibility of them being Enya fans. turn radio back down.*
VITBOMH: From the obvious lack of outline I deduce we’re once again taking the ‘fly by the seat of our pants’ approach?
Me: *you know, I really need to wash that dish from lunch*
VITBOMH: Could we at least have the beginning of an outline?
Me: *ponder story idea while considering if it’s too late to vacuum*
VITBOMH: THE ONE IN YOUR HEAD DOESN’T COUNT. And seriously… the vacuum? You’re really reaching here.
Me: *if it’s too late to vacuum… maybe it’s time to go to bed?*