Wow, that’s a really long title. But don’t worry, readers. I will deliver on what I have promised.
Last night, after several hours of writing, I decided it was finally time to save, quit, and head to bed. I sauntered into my bathroom to brush my teeth. Halfway through applying the toothpaste to the toothbrush, I got the uncanny sense that someone was watching me. Glancing around, I noticed that the bathroom was still empty of all felines, so I knew that my audience wasn’t furry, or friendly.
Yes, I’m going there.
My spider-sense was tingling.
And not the kind that tells me that there’s an armed gunman holding up a bank teller on Main Street in Gotham.
But the kind that tells me there’s a creepy crawly somewhere within 10 feet of me.
Determined not to be run out of my own bathroom, I continued to brush my teeth while scanning the corners for any lurkers. And that’s when I see it…tucked into a corner on the ceiling.
|Those are his “I’m Going To Kill You” eyes.|
Now granted, this wasn’t a very big spider. In fact, without my glasses on and while squinting, it was barely bigger than an ant.
However, there are two very distinct reasons why this spider freaked me out beyond reason. Number one: It was on the ceiling. Which means at any given moment, it could drop down on me unawares and land somewhere on my body. Like, in my hair. *shudder* And Number two: I was home alone. As in, sans husband. As in, there was no one at home to rescue me from the arrant arachnid taking up residence in my bathroom.
So I did the only logical thing there was to do. I closed the door and spat my toothpaste into the kitchen sink. I stuffed a towel under the door so the little bugger couldn’t escape. And I left my husband a note to vanquish the evil beastie.
I will not be bested by an eight-legged insect.
There are several genres to choose from when it comes to classifying your novel on the NaNo website, and I’m flip flopping between Chick Lit and Mainstream Fiction. Or possibly Humor.