I, Effing Feline, have my own version of National Novel Writing Month, or NaNoWriMo. Ed, my pet human, recently celebrated his best ever NaNoWriMo by completing a record (for him) number of words on his next messterpiece.
I call my version National Number of Winks Month, or NaNuWiMo. The goal is to grab the most winks of sleep I possibly can, measured in minutes. Want to know how wildly successful I was? I’ll tell you right after this word from my sponsor, Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker.
Holly Jansen has gone to Kwadra, the alien island transported to the Pacific off the coast of Washington from an alternate Earth. She calls her brother, Paul, on a phone that’s right next to a tall, dark and handsome Kwadran –she thinks of him as DC — who doesn’t leave to give her privacy. His nearness looms over the siblings’ whole conversation.
“Anyway,” Paul continued, “you have the right to get your things and break the padlock off the door, if necessary.”
“I’m on Kwadra Island,” Holly whispered, horrified that DC could overhear about her problems, “so could you take care of it?”
“I’ll hire a handyman. I know you’re broke, so I’ll pay him and for any damage to the door, and any back rent you owe—after all, you’d do the same for me.” He didn’t add if you ever had any money; Paul was a good brother.
Or maybe not, because he continued in a loud, pep-talk tone of voice that cut off her explanation that she did have money now. “Remember, Sis, you aren’t a professional failure just because you didn’t get the job with the Portland Symphony or get renewed by the Kamloops Symphony.”
“Not now, Paul, please.” He was spilling secrets she’d hoped to lock away while she made a fresh start.
“And picking a crook for a roommate doesn’t make you a personal failure, either.”
The skin on the back of her neck prickled as she imagined the scorn of her silent eavesdropper.
Effing Feline here again. Are you ready for the monumental reveal of my NaNuWiMo score? Well, you’ll get it anyway.
Out of a total of 43,200 minutes in the month of November, I slept a grand total of 35,816 — a new World’s Record! Simultaneously, I slept for an even more impressive 2,148,960 seconds! It’s not everyone who can sleep for minutes AND seconds at the same time.
So yes, I will accede to your applause and take a bow for my monumental achievement. Tough work, but someone had to do it!
Alien Contact for a Christmas Nutcracker
The Nutcracker ballet, for and by aliens?!?
Holly Jansen, a young orchestra conductor down on her luck, is secretly hired by an alien king to conduct The Nutcracker on Kwadra Island as a Christmas present for his American wife. This big break seems like a Christmas miracle, but after she meets the lead dancer, she wonders if it’s a curse, instead . . .
. . . because the Kwadran queen has secretly ordered superstar dancer Rafael Sekwa to produce a potlatch dance honoring her husband’s ancestors — on the same date, time, and stage as The Nutcracker. The stubborn genius is determined to do so, no matter what, and Holly finds her ambition melting in the face of her growing admiration . . . and love.
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Ed’s Final NanoWrimo update
. . . And a Party Invitation!
You’re invited to the Cyborg Monday Party sponsored by the Sci Fi and Fantasy Romance group. It’s on Monday (duh) December 2. If you’re not a member of the Sci-fi and Fantasy Romance Group on Facebook, you can join here.
Join me at 8:30 pm Mountain Standard Time (10:30 EST, 7:30 PST). I’ll be highlighting my September release, Love thy Galactic Enemy, which features not just a cyborg hero but a cyborg villain, as well. It’s kind of a BOGO deal. In honor of Cyborg Monday, Love thy Galactic Enemy is on sale for just 99c, making this the perfect opportunity to swell your to-be-read stack to bursting!