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January 09, 2007

I’m thinking about setting myself up as the foremost authority on croup. Seriously. This morning, I’m giving Kyra’s daycare provider the lowdown on it. I’ve only researched it a ga-zillion times on WebMD and other sites, because my kids have gotten a ga-zillion times.

I was talking to Andrew’s doctor this time around, and he said that some kids just get it. And while it’s strange for a ten-year-old to have all the symptoms, it’s something that does happen to certain people. I foresee a near-term future filled with croup. I’ll have to work on my croupy vocabulary.

Speaking of vocabulary, I made up another word, this one for the novel. To say I’m extra pleased would be an understatement.

It is . . . wait for it . . .

Outlandonish.

Cuz the character’s name is Landon and he’s outlandish. Bwhahahah. Okay, maybe you had to be there. On the plus side, since I’m writing YA, I can get away with doing things like that. It might not make the final draft, but for now, I’m being outlandonish.

Yes, it’s true, writing the 930 is taking its toll. Eight weeks, people, I signed up to do this for eight weeks. A good part of last year was looking at my writing and how to make it bigger, better, more precise. This year, I’m looking at quantity. How do I get more words?

Charity Tahmaseb wrote at 1:30 p.m.

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