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And as your reward, Digit will ask you to the party:
Hello, kids.
It's a day off! A day with no plans in it. I've already done enough work today so that I can legitimately call it quits. At eight in the morning. I love it. (I got up early, couldn't sleep.) And unless I hear back from my agent that I need more revisions, I think Love Spun is off my plate for a bit. So it's time to plot for Nanowrimo! But I can start doing that tomorrow.
Are you doing Nano? Buddy me: I'm writerach406 (boy, do I hate that title. Maybe I'll….. No! I just did it! I re-signed up under Yarnagogo. Finally. If you've buddied me before, will you buddy me again as Yarnagogo? Yay).
I have the blurb for my Nano09 already written. I have a pretty good idea of the overall story, but how to get from here to there, now, that's the challenge. I'm excited about it, though. I've spent the last couple of months looking at every word, every sentence, with my editing brain. I actually think it might be kind of hard to get out of that space and just write, to just write crap, so Nano's the best push into that space I can imagine. Lots of people just writing crap, all at the same time. I WILL REMEMBER: It is to be polished later. Changed. Refined. LATER. If I look back and remember what Love Spun looked like out of its Nano phase, and compare that with where it is today, it's unreal.
Is the new Typepad interface slow, or is it just me? It doesn't seem to be keeping up with my typing.
Maybe I'm just hungry. An omelet with basil/tomato feta, wrapped in a tortilla, is calling my name. Then TV! And a nap later! Lala's down south on a mini-tour, so the cat's away and the mouse will catch up on Gossip Girl. Oh, yeah.
Now. Now I have time to sit down and tell you about the half-marathon. Also, in this post, we will draw the winner of the socks! I have internet at home again! Hooray! I haven’t even drawn the name yet. As I type, no one knows who’s won!
I find that thrilling.
Okay, so. The run.
Ahem. Funny story.
I mean, it WASN’T a funny story, but it has a happy ending.
So, it’s Saturday. My friend Stephanie who is also running, is on her way to pick me up. It is the day before the run, and we’re going to do the packet pick-up. I know that I need to print out my barcode. Thank god for gmail — I archive everything, so it should be a snap.
Well. I go to the email from last March labeled Registration Confirmation.
I print it out. There’s no barcode. Then I realize this email is from late March, but I know they didn’t draw the winners (the race is so popular they do registration on a lottery basis) until April 1st. But this says clearly, all over it, Registration Confirmation. I read more closely. In tiny letters, it says Registration Confirmation for the random drawing. Okay, this isn’t the email.
I can’t find the email. Can’t find it anywhere. I go look up my name on the site. Under my name it says Nike Half Marathon, No Status. That’s okay then. I don’t know what No Status means, but there’s my name, and next to it is listed Nike Half Marathon. At least I know I’m registered.
I remember on April 1st, Stephanie texted me to say she’d gotten into the race. I remember racing to my email and finding that I, too, had been accepted! I just have to find that email.
So I scroll back to April 1st emails. Here it is!
Thank you for your interest in the 2008 Nike Women’s Marathon.
Unfortunately, your name was not selected through this year’s random
drawing process. We received over 30,000 registration entries, and we
can only accept 20,000 runners. But there is good news: there are other
ways that you can
still participate.
Team In Training. Training. Support.
Inspiration.
Team in Training, our partner through race beneficiary — the Leukemia
and Lymphoma Society, still has registrations reserved. If you would
like to participate in the 2008 Nike Women’s Marathon through Team in
Training, call 800.482.TEAM or check out the link below.
Participate with
Team in Training »
We’ve saved a spot for you.
Nike+ Women’s Half Marathon – Run Like a Girl Wherever You Are
You can still take part with Nike+. Same day, same great cause. Anyone,
anywhere in the world, who registers for the event, uses Nike+ when
they run and logs 13.1 miles on nikeplus.com on October 19th,
You may notice that that crucial line. "We’ve saved a spot for you." And "Nike+ Women’s Half Marathon."
You may MISS, as I had, the second sentence (printed in TINY letters in light gray on a dark gray background) that says, "Unfortunately, your name was not selected through this year’s random drawing process." The "spot" (writ big, in black) they’d saved for me was for Nike+, not Nike. This meant I was more than welcome to run a half marathon wherever I happened to be that day, using the Nike+ technology.
I missed the plus part. I missed the "you didn’t get in" part. I’d been fundraising and training for months for a RACE I WASN’T IN. (You give your CC info when you enter the drawing, and I’d never even noticed I hadn’t been charged.)
I burst into tears which turned into heaving sobs. When Stephanie arrived, her husband who was with her thought someone had died. Oh, the look on her face. She was so bummed for me, but this was her first race! I knew she didn’t want to do it alone.
I decided I’d go to packet pickup and see if I could get in somehow, some way. I’d punk-rock it if I had to, running it with Steph and then not going over the finish line (where they check to make sure you have a number). But, OH the SUCKITUDE.
I was so mad at myself. I can blame poor email graphics, but what it came right down to it, I hadn’t read the email in full. It was my fault. My own stupid, stupid fault.
When we got there, I went straight to the Solutions desk. I wanted to talk to this nice-looking girl who looked like she might be sympathetic to a passionate dumb-ass. But instead I got a guy who, as soon as he heard that I’d raised money for the Multiple Myeloma Research Foundation and not Team in Training (who supports the Nike Marathon), he told me there was nothing they could do. No way, no how. I was in tears again.
The nice-looking girl next to him put her hand out.
"You said your mother died?"
(Hell, yes, I’d pulled that card.) I nodded.
"Come over here."
I did.
"You fund raised?"
"Two thousand, three hundred, and fifteen dollars."
"You trained?"
"Yes," I wailed. "I’m just STOOOPID!"
"Here, fill this out." She gave me an entry form. It was only the table between us that prevented me from kissing her.
CAN YOU IMAGINE? If I hadn’t been able to run? I would have been devastated. And I got to go.
Me’n’Steph. I just got in. SO HAPPY.
It was awesome. It was a slow day, but I came in 8431 out of 16400, so I was smack in the middle, which doesn’t suck at all. Poor Stephanie hurt her knee, so I walked with her a while before I finally left her with another walker. I hated to do it, but we’d both agreed it would be okay if one of us went ahead (I’d always thought SHE would go ahead, though, not me). But I just felt like running. Running felt great.
And I was running for Mom. In the sea of thousands and thousands of purple Team In Training shirts, I was the only one in orange. It meant so much to me.
It meant so much to me when the guy cheering said it was only four hundred yards till the finish line. I turned the corner in the cool salt air onto the Great Highway and saw the finish line. I choked up. Then, I saw that the person making sure we were all wearing our legally bought and paid for numbers was my nice-looking girl who let me register! I said, "it’s me!" and she beamed and hugged me, sweat and all, and her smile was so flipping gorgeous.
I started to really cry. PEOPLE. Do NOT cry two hundred yards from running to a finish line. I started to hyperventilate, literally. I was gasping for air like a fish. My throat felt like it was closing up. I knew Lala was up there, and I was going to hit the pavement as I passed out right in front of her if didn’t stop crying. So I forcibly made myself stop sobbing and got enough air to get over the finish line and pick up my Tiffany necklace (that didn’t quite fit,
must get a bigger chain) from one of the fire-fighters wearing tuxedos (see why they have to do a random drawing?).
Lala was there! She’d never been able to meet me at any of my finish lines before this (timing or location, like being in another state, was always wrong), so I was thrilled. I didn’t know it made that much difference having someone there watching for me. But it did. (See? She’s wearing the MMRF Marathon Support shirt they sent me. And her hair matches.)
She was so proud of me. And she snuck a picture of my back that I didn’t know she’d taken until later:
That’s what everyone behind me saw as I raced by them. Or as they raced by me, which was more usually the case.
I felt well-enough trained, which was amazing! I absolutely do NOT see another marathon in my life, ever, but more halfs. For sure. They’re just right — they’re challenging, and you don’t know if you’ll be able to do it, but then you DO make it, and it feels wonderful and you can still walk the next day.
And NO BLISTERS! Thanks to pink duct tape.
Clara also put her paw in the picture to show she had no blisters, either, but she had not just run 13.1 miles, so whatever.
Beer after running!
Beer is a race tradition. Plenty of carbs, and it helps you relax. Mmmm. We went to Park Chow, which was perfect. There were lots of other runners there, too, indulging.
I was proud of myself. And I was proud of Steph, making it over the finish line, even though she was in pain (she was smart to stop running, though. She wants to keep running). And I was proud of YOU for supporting me through pledges and through love. I swear, I could feel y’all there.
Now, drumroll, please:
The winner, picked by Random.org, is……
Shannon H. from Tracy, California! Shannon, I’ll email you with details. Congrats!
To the rest of you, thank you. With all my heart, thank you. In helping me, you’ve helped so many other people who really, really need it. All love.
I did it!
Originally uploaded by Yarnagogo Rachael
It was soooo awesome and no blisters! But internet has been down at our house for two days so I don’t know my time (around 3:30) and I haven’t been able to draw the sock winner! (All the entrants are stored in my gmail which would be painful to sort on a blackberry.) So drawing will be Monday or Tuesday.
Thank you, all. It meant so much to me, carrying Mom’s name across the finish line. More to follow soon. Xoxox
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One of our favorite working positions
Angie asks after looking at the last post: "Are you using a second keyboard? Do you type in your lap or just don’t like the notebook’s keyboard?"
You can see in the above picture that I have a pull-out keyboard tray in my desk. Lala talked me into getting an Apple wireless keyboard and mouse, and I LOVE THEM. I love the touch of the wireless keyboard so much that I can hardly bear to use the laptop keyboard ever (the "y" was always wonky, and I’ve never gotten around to getting it fixed). The small keyboard is so light, and I only have to think the words, and they’re typed. I swear, it’s almost magical. Highly recommended. The cat, not so good for wrist position, but what are you gonna do?
OMG, why are the internets so slow? Seriously, I can barely load gmail. I’m hoping that it’s our connection or something like that, and not my computer. Isn’t this when computers are supposed to take a dive? A day before final draft completion?
Aargh. Trying to email myself a copy of the novel file (my tertiary backup) and it won’t go. I did send myself one yesterday about three hours before day’s end, so worst case scenario it won’t set me back that much, but this is nerve-wracking. (Finally. It sent. Whew. Commencing Time Machine backup now, as well.)
So yesterday, on the porch, with that wine, I completed this final version. It was a doozy, too. I added in a whole new character and turned the straight-up romance into a light romantic suspense. Major parts of the middle and the last third of the book is practically all new. I added about 25,000 words.
Today and tomorrow (when I’m not going to the marathon expo today or running the half tomorrow) I’m doing the final sweep-through. Tidying up. Making it pretty for people (editors) so when they peek in they like what they see and want to see more.
I love this book. Someday, after its sold and in print (positive thoughts, people), and reviewers are being snarky about it, I will have to remember this. But I love it. It’s mine. I’m so proud of it.
And when my Future Editor sends me their revision letter? I will jump back in again.
But really. Now I’m ready to start plotting this year’s Nano. Monday. Monday I get to start doing that, right after I email the Book to my agent. But it’s a battle every night to keep myself from starting to plot while I’m falling asleep. Must. Finish. This. First.
Heading over into novel-land now. Almost there!
Motivation to write
Originally uploaded by Yarnagogo Rachael
It’s five o’clock somewhere. Oh, here! It’s got to be 75 degrees out here and gorgeous. I have music, writing, windchimes, wine, and Clara is chasing cheeky squirrels. All is good. My all-day writing stint just got exponentially better.
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